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Shadows of Growth

It is what goes unsaid that haunts the most

Things once expected that do not blossom

A crop that comes to harvest only ghosts

Worrying

That I will look back over my shoulder

And come to regret where it is I’ve been

Fruitless seasons, each colder and colder

To turn back

And find I do not know where I will go

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