Cot in between
With Life and Survival
Wind blowing
Middle of no where
Darkness
Wild wiz
Thorns on paths
Rocks pricking
Leg nub
Hand scraped
Still we walk past
For light
To show up bright
Though time
In the end
Show us
Twinkling bugs
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Very nice. Interesting take.
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