Miles and miles of roads;
years of personal history
had me drowning in a river
that flooded over me.
It tore away at angry roots
as it crashed these tender shores;
left a brand new landscape
where it doesn't hurt anymore.
Cleansed all the old memories
as it carved a new path to sea;
I cried and cried me a river
till it did its work in me.
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