Feet Prints from Last Whirlpool by Santah

I went on and on
Let it fall from my tongue
Really loosened my lungs
Gave her legs, she began to run
I gave her a piece of my mind
And my heart and my spine

I wrote her right off of the wall
I talked her into the outdoors
I traced her path on paper thin as the window

Threw them onto the fire
All my life’s sentences
Smoke kept swirling higher
In perfect penmanship
Slowly floating away
Carrying on through the day

I wrote her right off of the wall
I talked her into the outdoors
I traced her path on paper thin as the window

Never follow footsteps and you’ll never have to know

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