Early Poetry of Nathan Coppedge 

ESCAPE
I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I�d found a way between the walls
where I could always go�
where I could always go to sing
to the remnants and  the blooms
sing of where and how I�d been
and would a day return�
moments where shadows grow
along each lonely thing.     

                                                            
                                                     
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