Look what the wild horses dragged in
Feigned boredom and mediocrity
Wears paper-thin
Can you justify yourself?
Can you sanctify yourself?
Does it ache again?
It always will.
Look at what the wind blew by
Razored compassion and empathy
Tells a lie
Will you break again?
Will you take again?
Will it rip again?
It can.
Oh, it can
(August 1st)
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