The Fritz
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Category : Poems
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A soul too tampered
Became a little too fearful.
Losing to self anger
It turned smaller and smaller.
It feels trampled
With too many footprints ending up being his own.
Lost is an understatement
The forest of a soul enveloped in constant fog.
A deck reaching over the water
In the middle of the campground
Became yet another distant memory after a while.
