Here's hoping y'all have a fun Friday everyone, go have yourselves a wild time. :)
Faded beauty splintered, exposed, in the silver
slivered glass fallen dirty to the floor. Pearls of
broken promise run in concentric circles ever
around a love begged Utopia, never found.
The past mistaken for the present
a parade of faces, places and memories
masked by doubt; grasp a half mast future
at the last gasp.
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