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Nov 2019
Burned out matches,
old bicycle patches.

I keep these with me to remind me of my journey.
To remind me of the people I've offered a light.
To remind me of a few who took my light,
and rode alongside me awhile.
To remind me of the mistakes I've made along the way.

I can change who I offer a cigarette to,
a warm comfort along the cold trail.

The repairs are only temporary,
but I can never change the way I ride my bike.

Eventually it will crumble.

Eventually my broken bike will send me off a cliff.
I wrote this after trying out mountain biking (it hurt a lot). Cigarettes represent the love (romantic love) I've given others, and the bike represents my body.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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   Jayne E
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