Crumbs
And pathways
And pathways
Love this poem
Are funny old things
Twisting this way
And that
Back and round
And forwards
Inside themselves
And out
The way it wraps itself
around itself
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Anthony
Tue 30th Dec 2014 23:50
Always circles. Sadly and beautifully, always circles