Wood Carving
Strange relationship we have here. I write these words. Just lay it all out. Like carving a tree. Trying to cut the letters clear. Scraping my soul into the bark. Now you’ll see it and you’ll know. But I don’t get to see you read the words. I don’t get to know what you think and if you heard me at all.
I want to think …
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