through a small window . only part of the story . will reveal itself
what could never be . is a story easily . written and believed
in three empty chairs . stories shared might still linger . in the morning air
down every path . choices are made and stories . wait to be written
one story begins . its end, once the petals fall . a new one begins
in each tangled branch . the story was influenced . by outside forces
memories recalled . long after first forgotten . become new stories
every story . told, is an attempt to sway . another’s thinking
once a story’s told . it is part of the landscape . no longer unique
stories left behind . anonymously, take on . a life of their own
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