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it’s been awhile since I could
even let myself go there.
or here.

stop thinking.
stop looking.
stop feeling.

new pathways
the old.

but I’m drawn to nostalgia…

and there’s something about
the old paths…
like those low hanging branches
that create a mystic ambiance…

it evokes
it ignites
and wakes me the fuck up.