Knowing the end the beginning never happened

the odds crashed in fowl play the magic ended in comments

and then what is left is your soul naked knowing the lies knowing the clownery

knowing the weather but really knowing nothing

the diffident don’t ever return and the mesmerizing waves are ceaseless

Forgive me for leaving you in that September day alone desperate and poor

Forgive me for the madness I run after

Forgive me for nothing

Just forgive yourself for betraying so very much


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