most explosions don't
arrange explained or
erode certain shadows
they may not have brains
to blow
or
drugs to thrill
a pill
a Popsicle
a point of view
were a diversion aimed
like lonely cupids arrow
aimed to maim
at the edge of the chest
a love that lost the express
like a life
at the edge of
an abyss
swinging their arms backwards
Your excellence road to nowhere future hereness
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