With the heartache of
a first love shattered
I wish I could tell you
I hold my fire
I breathe our toxins
I own my failures
fight my demons
From the floor my eyes open
looking upward through the storied farm house
swollen knuckled
with fray
a worn down soul
a tired heart
we have to get the decorations down
hang a sparkling rope from the rafters
again
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