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Forgiveness hangs, like a brass ring

Ahead of a blue horse who always

Runs in circles, going nowhere


I am sick again, dizzy with desire

And fear and I am a million little

Inadequacies cut through with


Razor wire and the light of the

Galaxies gleaming bright, all

These dead eyes winking out


Fill my pockets with Rose petals

And this salty disappointment

I wait to simply disappear