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Under A Buck's Moon

With eyes closed I am awakened And see quite clearly That in this moment Something shifted— I see the path I’d taken, The one I thought I’

July 10, 2025 · 1 min read

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The Path

After a while, I realized in my waking Like a slap across the face, That you were gone. And I was alone.

May 28, 2025 · 1 min read