Lost boys

I want to greet that great thought back fuck I just lost it.
Now it will be recycled inside my brain,
One day becoming the main frame,
But who told you how many years my brain has seen
My age is one that is small in proportion to my dreams,
I’m squeamish because I went back to smooth over some errors,
I looked up again,
And enjoyed the silence this time,
What a pieceful morning,
I can barely piece it together myself,
But I know that time was ironically beneficial to my health,
And maybe most likely to my death
But I’m here now.
I was gonna let that go, I really was.
But understand.
I’m trying now.


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