Stones unturned
and left
for moss to grow.
Ideas stuck,
prisoners
to those who know.
The past
left behind,
too heavy to tow.
Turmoil boils
hiding
in the depths below.
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Stones unturned
and left
for moss to grow.
Ideas stuck,
prisoners
to those who know.
The past
left behind,
too heavy to tow.
Turmoil boils
hiding
in the depths below.
Autumn Siders 