It’s only life

Can you smell that picture?

It smells old and betrayed

burns when you look closer

The sun weighing over

the bones that climb the hill

lost girl at the crossroads

broken – social schism

rains bittersweet regret

there’s no escape button

just left, right and forward

until the end game – death.

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