the initial steps past midnight:
we trudged through thick mud
caught between laughter and whining
full of awkward mishaps and misunderstandings
it felt like we had been here once before
something was familiar to me
noticed how much my voice shook
reprimanding his all-knowing smirk
but even when we'd thrown dirt at one another
we still held our hands out to each other
until darkness consumed him and I turned to the east
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Effusive Verbosity
PoetryI have trouble with being succinct, or rather lack being succinct at all. Poetry doesn't come naturally to me, not usually anyway. In fact, I'd rather indulge myself in writing a novel, but there are thoughts in my head and feelings in my heart that...
