The wind is heavy to my right
The cold December air fills the dark night
Trees whisper from all around me
like kids talking that I can't quite see.
A bitter sweet taste in my mouth
like a green apple from the deep south
The constant sound of the owl displaces my mind
It feels like I'm slowly moving back in time.
I lay down down for a nap to take
and hope and pray that I will not wake.
For this journey came at a cost,
Now, I am forever lost...
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