Dusting the ashes away... Old names neva escape... N it's jus one of those days... I look up this morning n the mirror expressed the depths hiding an unforgettable face... As the feeling wanted to play the way we used to jus to be still n lay... As the head dropped n the wonder wanted to know why does everything have be a game... N how come nothing ever stays the same... Finding one person after another as the awakening without them if no longer afraid... For goin back to what's no good for self had come to be too late... Chalked as a phase... Until the eyes open come sun break... As that linger of having no one remembers the feel it took to accept the mental gain... Leaving the heart to fend for itself again n again... It's take n give very lil in the return of the bait... As emotion shys themselves far from dates... At a distance tryin to relate... Not wanting to be hurt or shamed... It's the moments alone when time catches the swinging of the gate... When there's a loose of an interest in hate... At the line of staying n ones lane... It's where the move switches some shit up there memory reminds me that I have play it safe... Wanting to interact with the fame of the flame... Taming the rush o one takes the blame... Unbinding the truths from the representation we allow others witness us come in from the rain... Only to crawl outta bed missing the feeling of a body waiting on us to come back as if life together wasn't erased... Eradicating the claim... Opening sights to yet another Dame...
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