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I exist in the depths of the shadow
     my mind.
My soul seeks comfort.
   The dew that collects
on the petals that glisten
   rays of sunshine.
Love? What of it?
   A memory of the ways things
could be.
  Some far off distant future
past rivers rushing childhood
  glimpses.
No more safety net daydream
  afternoons.
Spoon fed happiness tastes
   bitter as it curdles with age.
Home seems so far back the road
  is long with destination unknown.
Long winters.
  Stuck in the middle. I couldn’t
find my way if I turned back.
   Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.