brined through bone
in aftermaths of paring
flaying skin from sights seen
neuropathic yesterdays
turn tomorrow into untruths
foreshadowed, foretold, and foreseen
torn asunder by thine own self truths
left holding used tos
weight of the world in empty hands
not enough to keep a heart
drawn to someone close enough
who needs cigars anyway
go then, if you are unsure
go then, if you still love
go then, because don't has no place here
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