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Has it really been so long, Since this bridge was burned? It still seems so fresh in my mind. I gaze over the canyon, Only to see nothing. I look for you, Nothing. It's so hard to get away, from the edge of this precipice. Still I gaze, with just a shimmer of hope. Why do I keep coming back here? I need to leave, I need to live. But I can't help but wonder, If I'll see you again. But I can't stay here, looking over these ruins lying on the canyon floor. I need to realize, That this bridge is burnt. That it isn't coming back. You're not coming back. I need to leave, but I don't know where to go. So I guess I'll be here waiting on the edge, of where this bridge used to be.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Looking Over A Burnt Bridge
Dread. It's usually the same. Panic and anxious breath and dread. dread. dread. One day, I always say, we will want something better Something healthier Absent of accusation and blame and misperception Something that lifts us up beyond this hurt Allowing us to remember why I risked everything Why we thought it was worth what it's worth And why we hurt people - for years Just to be together Fate decided to twist our guts into knots instead of granting us peace and togetherness at last Replaced by isolation and burning tears And now Tuesdays are those confrontations with fate Do we spend the rest of the time we have building walls, favoring hope, or taunting hate?
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
tuesdays.
Liminal space synergy upending the sense of closure you felt from slamming a revolving door you course corrected the revolutions but the axis got skewed and misconstrued entrances lead to a revelatory exit into a space that stretches outward no hallways to pace or windows to pass by Grass fed lies you kept alive with dead leaves my little butterfly turned bumble bee with a couple sleeves and an ace in each underdressed in the summer heat I'd humbly watch you from underneath as you nurtured mistrust like a thing with teeth
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
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Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC
Obstruction of input