I’ve been looking under rocks
Scraping barrels, watching clocks
I’ve been been slouching
In dark corners
While withering my stock
What felt like thirteen lifetimes
Passed right through my very veins
While my mind created fiction
Grand and fanciful refrains
I could not find the instruments
To slay these blackened thoughts
But then I found the faintest flicker
As I took me for a gentle walk
24th Aug 2022
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