Pangaea

The stress in my mind was nothing compared to the stress on my body
As I look in the mirror for the first time in months
The roads I’d traveled had found a permanent place along my engines
Rivers leading down to my roots
My body had been stretched
A new landscape etched
Fresh soil overturned
As I made the exploration to my core

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