Escape - Poem by Nathan Coppedge
I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I’d found a way between the walls
where I could always go—
where I could always go to sing
to the remnants and the blooms
sing of where and how I’d been
and would a day return—
moments where shadows grow
along each lonely thing.
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