ramble, i

where do you wander when the sun starts to set, why do you remember the things you regret. 

you used to smile in god’s good grace, now you always seem dizzingly out of place. 

i used to be fierce in my youth, but ongoing misfortune made it far from the truth.

the wisdom of elders always falls on deaf ears, like the troubles of always staring in mirrors. 

if the wind picks us up to our death, will you think of me with your last breath. 


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