We
are one day past forever
so
let me tell you a
story
full
of hope and
recrimination
and
yet somehow
somehow
hello hello fire in the hole
I
wonder
but
I cannot get past the bluster
the
suggestion dripping down my throat
We
tried but
this is not what I
kiss
me good night
as forgiveness winds around my
could
we just
a lie must never be hunted
when
the game is already dead to me
I
could tell you a story
full
of tomorrows and redemption
but
who would we be
kidding
acceptance
is the poison
In
this lexicon of sorrow
I
am too tired to speak for myself
if
you saw miracles spring from darkness
I
saw only memory
swathed
in charcoal dusty
dream
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