swamp secrets

acid washed dreams

i never want your help.

although, at times, i need it.

i don't accept reality

but i do understand it.

walking the swamps

in the middle of august,

i took rest on a spray painted rock.

you followed my lead

with your hands on my knees

as we watched the sun set over the dock.

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quincy summers

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