Straying alone on footpaths of solace, facing circumstances
of future displays.
Forever assigning sorrow to coverlets of my heart's existence
as it settles within pools of tears.
Forgiving attitudes, crowding about, hoping to be caught and
exercised into areas of joyless happenings.
Allowing emotion to crest and fall between footprints on
paths of love.
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