like a broken toy

i carry with me

the remains of what use to be

a simple joy

faith that the heart nursed

absurdly sweet


the wind tossed me brutally and rigorously

unmasking the crudeness

the materiality

i stand alone

with barren hands gaping wide


slipping away

one by one

bewlidered now

lost in a fog

frosted and grey

and as glum as it could be

sullenly cold

a funeral of defunct memories

burried under heaps

of mendacious and feigned zeal

sham nous

sham bonds

sham all

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