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When you become undone, by woods and lake, and you strike a chord within the ache, and undone undone undone. The fall away, the slip from grey. The neon loud leaves on display, ahead of their season. No reason. It just comes undone. And the chord of F that follows G will cure every little hurt in me. And I’ll swim it off inside the lake where the rays of sun still find me, undone. For me for you for everyone.//////❤️ Poem by Me. Sans makeup in the woods. 💋 @spot6management #koshlonglake #poetryperformers
