compost grants rebirth from seed to bloom
so you too can rise up from being let down slowly
may hope amper your fall
sympathy can mend what time shall restore
if we hang shoulder to shoulder mayhap we shan't feel as lonely
certainly not lost to ones that mean us harm
in band we throw at the warm ashes what occurred ages ago,
cheap trills off games that soon consume what we can barely afford
to abdicate willingly, fool those that cannot spare a tribute or sin likewise
to be stolen and taken forcefully in time of need
the timer is set at the resolute hour of confrontation
bound to meet personalities rather challenging
if not past the alkaline, the silver in the mirror
cuts loose the illusion provoked by drink
instigated by futile desire
aging hands cannot forever contain
a child innocence in a basket
protected from all the nasty shit about and around,
truly I should get a puppy for confort but I am so darn childish.
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