Never known
Joy with no strings
You left
I’m more naked now
Chewing my lip
Trying
Stay my thoughts
Still my breath
Reading clouds
Looking
Faces in trees
Blood flows
Wounds fester
I laugh
The pain is so familiar
It clothes
Surrounds
What direction
Where to go
Circles
Through green fields
Waiting for fireflies
For company
Caresses
Wishing
Real warmth
Only finding illusions
But I know the tricks
Behind masks
Alone
Truth pricks the soul beneath
Aches
Keeping us rooted now.
The Word Rummager 
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