you surrender

to the story,

a collision of opinions

slipping through


picket fences

while avoiding

the bad dog

of loneliness

pretending again

for a new ending

to the fire

and madness,

the undercurrent

of failings,

remembering the good

of what should be

the best part

of any dance

as your arms

reach around to

hug yourself



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