Stumble

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I don't mind you getting stuck in my head.

It was a feeling I used to dread.


You don't try to make my walls crumble.

In the field beside it we can stumble.


A caresscent breeze flows through me.

There where a frozen river used to be


{ 8 October 2023 }

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