Thursday, 18 January 2024

Zoe

Rain broken afternoon, offers no insight, or makes me look cool, here in this game, a race for my life, wonder who holds the reins, I act like a fool, peparing what's right, must stop what am doing, now the eyes feel pain, my head's like a firefly, how did it get this way, it all seems so futile, I'm wasting my time, my face a lost duel, then someone brings wine, says let's party again, make for the beeline, won't ask for new shoes, jump in the fire, dance like a mule, scream until bedtime.

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