Lost in a maze of our own construction
Forever running into walls we’d forgotten about;
Walls choked high with greedy, red-thorned vines.
We feel the center waiting close-by
And we hear the labored breaths of others
Just around the bend.
Lost in a maze of our own construction
Forever running into walls we’d forgotten about;
Walls choked high with greedy, red-thorned vines.
We feel the center waiting close-by
And we hear the labored breaths of others
Just around the bend.
Jason Preu 
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Sweet! Thank you for reading.
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You’re welcome- thanks for sharing
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