i’d like to be peaceful but still i broke the caulking gun when it didn’t work as i wanted it to

ZakOctober 14, 2022October 14, 2022Poetry

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a small path winds gently along an alpine ridgeline, the grasses going golden in the Fall sun. Next to this path, next to this ridgeline, evergreen soaked mountains sprawl into the sea.

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