dark roads I have walked I walked alone tasting skies in places no other has known dared with eagles perched high in the Teton tree tops 3 million miles roamed mountain top to mountain top Me and my childhood backdrop from Superior's ghosts to Prince's finest hosts I walked a line no human would hope to copy A tangled mess neither neat nor sloppy but crisscrossed like weaving a web I too never could count on a bed for my weary weary head. X 03/27/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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