-------Meanders-------
Too much
time
between
the lines
had
learned me out
from
loving.
The road
became a straight road,
with wrong
and right
direction,
And the
cautions
of a false
protector
warning me
not to
stray.
But like a
river
to the
sea, the
I in I
meanders,
Conveying
the memory of being
always
and all
together
free.
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