path

all withered it swam forward under a brindle cloak
the maps drawn and silent cleaned empty with a pockets dirt
will we walk forever blindly this way through these blossoms?
through this fog of lavander?

pray you are still holding my hand when the stone steps grap our soles
i won't stomach being alone

i swore were were on the correct path

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i swore we were on the correct path

ach but that is a telling line...