go if you will. ive got my trusty key.

so fucking lost

in this damn  wooded place

of nothing youve ever made,

from it or from i

in those moments of light

and little that i ever will;

and here i sit in that dank deepest night

in solemnly sad lonely form,

and wait for

just nothing

to knock at my heart

and walk through

that damn bolted door.

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