Wrapped at angles bad decisions lie Coiled in chains anchored to the past Rattling, fangs ready To bring the poison back again
Perhaps? Oh, does the past intrude In ways that seem so inopportune and rude Pot bound roots released in an acre of green Antidote, loved ones near, home serene
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I write short stories, (buy my e-books below!) talk about the writing process and take the odd photograph. I'm on Twitter @kilbo.
I live in the Seattle area with my kids and work as a freelance customer experience analyst and writer.
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Perhaps?
Oh, does the past intrude
In ways that seem so inopportune and rude
Pot bound roots released in an acre of green
Antidote, loved ones near, home serene