Yesterday holds what was once missed
within the cold arms of a stranger
remembering every mundane mist
consented safety smells like danger

As seasons of the moon elapse
truth invites a shiny mystery
where ancient wolves devour maps
to limitless mirrors of history

Words fight to emerge unsullied
from an ocean tainted by giants
afraid to let shadows exceed
the piercing weight of their talents

Scraps of time strip hope of expectations
when verbal habits die in empty conversations

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