move away from my nest for something fruitful, new and young.
make camp and hear all kinds of secrets, spoken. in all kinds of tongues.
the best ones come from those i hold in high regard for they were the most sincere.
turns out they were fabricated truths, made to seem as real as the atmosphere.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
