Devine Repetition Of A Moment – Unhinged Poem

Pick apart the windows,

smear the shit of who we were on the glass,

for it’s time to leave it all behind,

a wicked basket four yards wide,

filled with so many place for a body to hide,

a brilliant moment,

a moment for me,

a brilliant moment,

a moment to be free,

my blood on my hands,

a brilliant moment,

a moment for me to be free….

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