Wrapped in the 21st century.
Shattering all trauma.
Which built against little empires.
Punching blindly in this fight for life.
Yet asked not to kill.
Die a little.
Crying happiness.
Lying slowly.
Counting stars.
Face first on the concrete.
Unwrapping the other side.
A tidied dream of destroying how it was.
The questions move me to new terrain.
Setting fires to light my way.
Memories of times gone by …
” Face first on the concrete.
Unwrapping the other side.”
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Hopefully it won’t come around again…but time likes its little jokes.
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Setting fires to light my way… I love that ending.
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Usually made from burning bridges 🙂
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True enough.
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