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Footprints

Cowering in the hills

Distant from your tide

Within your footprint

Camouflaged from your stride

Safety thrives here

Words tell me inside

My head

Cocooned within

these four walls

Im safe here!!

Already thinking

of futuristic chores

With you

"the one"

Saturated in a safety sheet

O.C.D

My life is so neat

Mentally tied up

Again

Hands behind my back

Again

Talking less

Time between us so slack

Drifting from

The mental dash

Washing away from your tugging tide

Within your footprint

I can easily hide.

◄ Drunken fool

The Old Oak Door ►

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