you can now teach in the mountain village, maybe it is time to mingle a bit with these crowds... yet first, ashamed of the raw, we would get cosier later on...
wild were the dreams and short were the answers
deep was the willful dedication
hope was not left
hope was there
the path amongst which
you cannot climb
the path amongst which
you would not follow me
the path
amongst which
you couldn't help
but be
forsaken
and
how else
would you describe
this
tone
that is
attempting
to
reach
that is simply attempting to reach the next step?
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