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And he vanishes again....

Posted to Poetry




"Seated in a corner, a masked man you will find, he'll fill your head with fairy tales, and make you lose your mind"....
That is my home. Where I can see my own breath in the early arctic air, where the only sounds I hear are the crunch of soft snowflakes beneath my boots or a moose nibbling on a branch in my yard. The bridge this afternoon opened up, I shall return to my home, and kiss this all G-O-O-D-B-Y-E.