Dreaming my way to you

For all your roads you’ve left

no one real one,

just this scent and broken twig

and heady subjugation.

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	jimforest123 on Off to Canaan
	Julie Fissinger on Dear St. Joseph
	Julie on The Missed Tackle
	Julie Fissinger on A room’s never too …
	jimforest123 on The Dutchman and his bike and…

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