thinking
beyond the now
of things
overthinking,
the mess that is
a thought.
the shell is empty now
old home, vacated
barricaded
its cold out here
skin broken, blistered
inexperienced.
its ok to collapse
implode, shine brightly
but hidden
maybe untouched
is the blessed form fit
to live beyond.
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