Poetry (words)

Move me still

Some things shine,  some things burn and  some  just fade away. The paths we choose, the lines we use day after fucking day. 

No longer the masterful, just a shadow of the brave. Nothing more than a passing storm, riding out the wave. 

We plant the seeds of all our dreams, but then we drown them. 


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