These Messy footsteps
Crawl the streets we used to frolic
In the light of the city
Somehow
They were messier before,
Only, in a joyous fashion,
making it far less dismal
Than now.
They called it fate.
Is it still fate?
Small pieces
Beg into the void-
I never see you again.
Most of me.
Waits.
About the Creator
Kyleigh Richard
Just a human experiment in consciousness.
(Self-proclaimed Moss Maiden)
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