(untitled)
Will you let me go now?
As I’d like to refocus
my heartbeat to
the unknown and how
what might be
will plow through
the nonsense
of our age.
I’m sorry the deepest
part of me said No,
if it’s true
you’re blue
with nowhere
special to go.
If it isn’t,
or wasn’t,
I’m still
here
twisting
in the wind.
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