untitled......once again...
taking my winda blow from the side
where do i land
with everything combined
into moments open wide
and a whirling collide
pieces break and crack
here's when we decide
is it worth all the holes
all the wreckage inside
broken words-tattered bandages
what will they find
in a dream in a motion
in the collapse of our minds
with eyes shut
with eyes fluttering
with eyes open wide
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