#1485-Bales
24/08/2021
Dried hay,
Suffocating,
Under a burning sun.
Tattered ropes,
Strangling serpents,
Hoping to be found.
Strange times.
When meaning drowns,
Silence sleeps,
History is forgotten.
Days when everything
Feels harder to understand.
Days when I wish I could,
But can’t.
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