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NECK OF WOODS

Last updated on August 19, 2020

You find your steps
Tracing down
From where you left
An old
Small, left out
Neck of the woods
Where you bred,
First smile, step
Laughter and
Love you confessed
Left behind this deadbeat
Town
You professed
To your
New crown,
Yet, stumbled back
Reminiscing anterior
Memory lapse
Regretting the way
You left,
Demons still haunting
Sub-conscious
Harassing your life
Quest,
The Reason, you traced
Your footprints
To make amends
Quenching inferno
Of guilt
That trapped
Forcing
You to return
Your neighborhood
Lest!

 

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