I've heard the saying
'We went out to the meadow'
But what I found out
Is that more often than not
I go out to the highway
At the dead of night
On a cold winters day
I get out of the car
Stand on the yellow lines
In between the ocean of trees
That are parted like the Red Sea
I look up into the starry abyss
And I scream
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The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
