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Swing Back
Let us go back
To a time before
When pages burned
As black as my core
To petty rhymes
And silly words.
To open veins
And bleeding hearts.
Forcefull tears shed
And emotions...
That bled out too quick for me to think on how stupid they were before I expressed them.
Chaos?
What constricts me?
I reach for something golden
In an ettempt to achieve
That which is worth calling
beautiful
Yet all seems grey
Luke warm and void
And my grasp is short
I'm a blacksmith holding clay
Is there a potter holding metal?
