Freeverse 582

1/7/22

occasionally we will misplace ourselves
and daily we sour
what rippled now clogs
trees bark at us like dogs to walk
some have credit in their dimples
and believe they have sincere exhaust
in the slash of confusion we're lost
howling temporarily lost
we will crawl out

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