Exodus
my exodus
just feels
like head all over broken heels
clearvoyance amidst demise
a backwards walk of wisened kind
to the days of youth
when you mirrored in my eyes
i loved what i have seen:
my own delusions, lullabies
and i wasn't ever really sorry
for tripping over truth
you should not worry
well,
we're both of the self-inflicted blind
deep within
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