"One's real life is often the life that one does not lead." - Oscar Wilde
I never knew regret until I left you and that town
with my tornado leftovers. Reconciliation:
I scratch my words into the trunk of my soul.
I engage with a red hammock tied branch to branch.
I sleep. I dream of the day I wake up from this dream
and depart on another dream.
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