The tools we use to clean up.
Mine gather dust in a rusty can.
Self destruct just to find new ways of repair.
Dropping pixels that lead back to me.
(shameful)
Alone and only alone inspiration holds me tight,
Though never there when I wake.
My interpretation of a one night stand.
(I have never been one to jump with mind closed,
Into the cover of another).
I’ve held back more times than I care to share.
Knowing myself, it is better if I refrain,
For my heart has always ruled over my mind.
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