Sunday, June 28, 2015

come home my wanderer.

it's too big here without you.

we have memories to make.
beds to break.

I'll make sure your brand is in the icebox
and wash the fire out of your clothes.

you can tell me stories of the forest,
and I'll tell you about my garden.

we will stay in our little camp with the animals,
until the next time you have to go.

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