Bottled. — Ricardo Sexton

Send me in a new direction, by my own To where “footsteps” tells me: ‘I belong’ With dirt under my nails & drenched hair I’m unable to inhale, locked somewhere The dreams are all in foreign language As the compass spins around aimlessly Hopefully for the way back, the bandage To follow the storms, the […]

via Bottled. — Ricardo Sexton

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