Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Cartography

 

Day 21







Permit me to lay out my mind like a map

And map out the madness in ink

Suffer the ink to bleed into the land

And find me a sea I can sink

Sink 'til I see where the bleeding began

Discover a creek to canoe

Follow the creek to the source of my love

The source of my madness is you







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