Spring came walking


​Come let’s go.
​The errors are boundless.
​Until we are buried.

But as we move,
clarity sweeps the wounds.
No longer swelling,
from martyr avenues.

And of the souls,
and sour things.
I leave the moon, crying wild.
At the shadows,
from nature’s womb

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