What the mirror reflects a broken sculpture mended with sticky memories. i see it’s wrong no, it’s right no, it’s just light.

Bend in the Road i am a light beam. my curve is sculpted by the gravity of memory.

it’s all *ss Backwards the hero is a greedy killer of light at the front of the parade, giving speeches about right to mask his charade. the lover is a fool with feelings shoved to a dark alleyway, where she talks of healing but never gets play.

to the Dance while we love imperfectly Earth and Moon dance, trading at reflecting light. the far side of Moon hides.

Note Where to Put It out of my way in the light of day to grow or die without the lie

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