THE FORK BY ZAC DUNN One of two paths shall Always remain in more Ways than one That are always different But never the same twice To be the lonely bear Wandering hungry in the wild To never know contentment To be the sheep Who eats and sleeps In peace on the Other side of the fence Awaiting the blade's kiss To wisp the breath we spent in vein Knowing only an empty pain of comfort Neither is better but those will suffice As we charge into the next fork With our eyes on the prize FOLLOW FOR MORE — IG: @UZIEGO TUMBLR: @SAVAGESNEVERSLEEPNYC 31 BRIAN SERWAY, CLEVER GIRL - @BSERWAY
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