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jǫrð Nov 2020
Burn it all down
And rebuild like
My kin did
The History: I am tired existing in this world with others.
jǫrð Nov 2020
A little less fuel
For warmth and
Hopeful things
The History: It is time to shift focus. Throw some dank soil on the fire and walk away.
jǫrð Nov 2020
Fruitless efforts left
Me bruised like a Georgia peach
So sweet nonetheless
The History: I woke today with strange bruises, from where I could not say. It is 2020 and the election results just changed in our neighbors to the North, Red to Blue. I am struggling internally, but it could be worse. I could be a politician full time.
jǫrð Nov 2020
Cruisin' for your
Bruisin', & by the
Sound of it you know
The History: You act like you dont.
jǫrð Nov 2020
In this shell, I am
Soft and membranous, waiting
For heavy footfall
jǫrð Nov 2020
X
Reds on Slate
We were *******
Gorgeous babe
jǫrð Nov 2020
Left here to smolder
Somber crimson glows on the
Bottom of the heap
The History:
I've always been less than average, second best to most. Unwanted from conception, and second there too. I provide warmth. They walk away, irresponsible, forgetting the fire they started.
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