excerperet praeterita vitaMature


It's so very clear tonight,
no excuses for my delusions,
I'm a first-rate fool.
So here's to freedom of speech
& a deeper understanding of why
we break our promises.


Well, this race against time,
against fate, against love,
is bringing me down
to my knees, bloody & bruised
& begging for you
to let me breathe again.

The End

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