Tossing stones
Into nearby lakes,
Full of bones.
Here are the mistakes.
Sand falls thin
Through the glass,
Of time and sin.
Let opertunity pass.
Chains hold me tight
Weighting me down,
Heeding me from my flight.
Sick of the newer but old town.
Emotions bounce inside me
Waiting for them to espcape,
let somone see.
Let it be heard(seen) like a landscape.
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