Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened. - Sir Winston Churchill

Wandering where you are.

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A path’s been trampled through the streets that line my fragile mind. My search, thus far, yields nothing much. I don’t know what to find. You took your leave quite suddenly without so much a word, and took with you some sacred part that in my soul you stirred. Lonely spaces fill my mind with gloom in every nook. I wander through the darkness as I wonder what you took. When suddenly a light comes on; A thought to me occurs: My heart lies trampled in the dust of places we once were.

© gummo


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