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Wishbone broke in half

I didn’t get my bone-dry desire

I’ll never be the swan in all the photographs

The ugly-bug stirs inside my bones

Like a baby bear arises hibernation

A month from the days

Fastened asleep under the covers

I cannot run away

For they’ll always catch up

Humanity will always trail up the trail of cookie crumbs

Never ever lose the scent

I’m stuck within the bars

Of my fantasies

Of my broken half of the wishbone

The cursed half that I’ve received

I played the game of luck

One side blessed

One side cursed

Now I lie upon the beach

High and bone dry

I cannot run away from life

For the disease will always consume me up

Humans always follow

Privacy is just a fantasy

A thing of no one’s past

And no one’s soon-to-be

So damn your curiosity

To the sea

To the sky

And it will just be

Me and I