In overgrown glades
Paths reclaimed
Torn maps
Littered landscapes
Where they have lain
Cold air bite this breath
This sting of life
Within these veins
Aimless and true
The cost that I tithe
Stoic Poetry
Littered Paths
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 