Poem

I wrote a poem.

Fog of the future to take what can’t be made

your strained desires wear you thin and you can’t see past your rusted eyes

its like a copper horse pounding on the sands of time, galloping harder and faster

reaching out not with your arms but with what?

now you’ve been broken and branded by all of your failures

the trash is waiting for you, get in

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