Poetry / Stumble

Tonight
I must pierce the travelling wind
Which carries stories of secrets
And tell you to please fuck off

There’s no other language you understand
My soul bleeds poetry but you speak profanity
My furnace of thought burns coals of enlightenment
But the majesty of your self sleeps on my ashes

But I’m a human
You’re a human
Tit for tat, and all of that

So I forget and you forget
I bleed as you mumble
Fragile selves trembling
Stumbling over truth

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