8/7 4:33 pm
There was a key in the center of the bark.
A white tag blanks on the root, dark.
A door to nature, the place for a new world.
A different one.
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AcakThey aren't poems, they lack rhyme and rhythm. They aren't stories either, not magical enough or long enough to constitute as one. They're as the title calls. They are my thoughts, well only the ones that I wish to leave. Thoughts that I wish to...
A Key in the Bark
8/7 4:33 pm
There was a key in the center of the bark.
A white tag blanks on the root, dark.
A door to nature, the place for a new world.
A different one.
