Cherry Picking;

A slab of land, stretches far
enough for distant but intimate
time, spent wandering a wilderness,
only next door.
This common ground, conceals a lot
yet to be discovered. And
you'll use your softest tone, and smoothest
hand, to carry me away, from all those
insincere troubled voices left behind. In a
place we live surrounded by eyes so blind.

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