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For Better or WORSE
Why are these heartaches still mine to control?
No golden charms in the big chambers,
echoed with miseries.
Inside are small embers
smoking to dull the craving for stale
embrace. I choke
on past dreams, from the rapid eyes.
Those blue eyes of callous shpinx
the faux pas of their collaborations
expose them, unworthy. But in the
dawning light, nothing clandestine.
Face value unchanged. Travellers
speak, FM signals bounce. From an old yearning
cursed with hope, my stone cold eyes
search the room. Somewhere
it's not winter, and where the mobile
hangs in the heat, warm breezes
chime peace. Spare me the distance
from heartache to the white flag
where my mind and resources,
are frozen with lawyers, for better or WORSE!
