New Forms - The Hidden One

Barefoot on pavement
Splinters from the stairs
Dead end nobody sees

Congested spaces
Beds left unmade
Making the most
Of what we had
Playing their charades

One by one
We grew up
Bursting at the seams
One by one
We all fled
Searching for retreat
How could
You leave

Written by:
Mary White

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