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[pony_ride]

there is a part of me that is not right.
the world tells me that it is my heart.
battlestar galactica reminds me that it is my mind.
there is a part of my mind that is broken.

live wires let loose,
severed and sparking.
connections lost,
part of me has been disconnected.

cut off, lost to time.
once i was tethered to another,
once the wires carried a signal.
the past is wires crossed, purpose lost.