TUMULTUARY

i, the woods

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justify your love
or tell us that we’re something
the woods oppressin’ darkness that felt forever last
a fever rest forgiveness that had dwelt before it passed
too soon

forgiveness is the flood
to start again or something
where streams and meadows spilt into the days i had amassed
memories and lessons my hands were made to grasp
you

OH, your features are not mine
yet, i carry what is something
the sun breaks through the branches where the leaves create contrast
and i’ll bolster my own burdens as the prophet to my past
tju
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