my ties are frayed my isolation breeds resentment
the usual diversions hold no appeal
my secrets scattered about me pretty packages ripped open
tiny toppled temples built to honor the good things in life
i’ve seen what this looks like how it all winds down
how we slowly smother under the crushing implosion of desire
the weight of the world as we know it
i’m left with the benefit of experience to carry me through
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This too shall posse, i mean pase`, well… pass
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It always does. Thanks.
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