Signs that I recognize
Lead to the way out
Paving paths familiar
Reinforcing direction
But because I have known them
I worry that I’m going in circles
Finding myself
Losing myself
Over and over again
But never achieving
What my heart’s
Always desired
Help me break
This re-cycling
Of a faded paradox
Ever encapsulating
Both of us hanging
By thinning threads
Destined for
Reclamation
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