Concrete

Passing through
Old hideouts
The boggy marshland
Squelches underfoot
I used to sink
Incur the wrath
As my dirty clothes
Were stripped from my back
Told, if I knew what I had
I wouldn’t seek out
Escape routes
Imagined landscapes
That turn into concrete
When I follow another path

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Concrete

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