weak wood bends beneath my feet
the staircase weeps
I still don't know where I'm going
what I left behind
who I left behind
If that was me or somebody I made for you
you who only loved the idea of me
but maybe we are the same
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mind over matter
Poetrya collection of poems about ideas and people and feelings that never leave my mind
