wet boots caked with mud

Christian Schloe
I'll see you in my dreams
these days the nightmares charge in
like outlaws who have come to rob the bank
not so much terror and fear in them
not ghosts or monsters or death more likely it is some obstacle that I cannot overcome
some chore that is never completed
something that forever keeps me from peace
that forever keeps me from the freedom …
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