Rutted

I want to be where
I am unknown
drinking the best

coffee in the world
looking over
the steepest cliff

I get too rutted
in these bones
comfortable in this skin

I want the key
to this locked land
bored of this

borderless puzzle
I want to leave when I want
and want to want to walk home

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