Secreted in a tunnel of natures' foliage,
trying to stay away from life for a while.
Taking steps further into catacombs,
falling downward into deep pits of sadness
and grief.
Staying still, picturing the emptiness,
fulfilled through the loneliness of human
nature and left alone to figure out where
to go from here.
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