Written by Emily Harstone | December 2, 2016
I walk alone unafraid
At the end, he left me.
After Jimmy drowned, they moved away.
Not all lives end with “Rosebud”.
My safe place is out there.
crooked dreams still cross the void
Once, this was summer. No more.
Precarious balance over constant fluidity
In the end, we all fall.
The road into my soul here
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I walk alone unafraid
At the end, he left me.
After Jimmy drowned, they moved away.
Not all lives end with “Rosebud”.
My safe place is out there.
crooked dreams still cross the void
Once, this was summer. No more.
Precarious balance over constant fluidity
In the end, we all fall.
The road into my soul here