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Behind my listless eyes

Inside I’m twenty-one

You see only confusion

A libertine at large

A Pandora’s box of memories

Dancing to my own tune

Glass-shattered, broken, lost

On a golden hope-kissed beach.

Within a withered frame

Radiating strength

Yours eyes rest sad on weakness

As futures flicker fast

Movements slow, fragile and passive

All roads call out for me

Fingers reaching for release

And I am lost in joyful dance


With the ones I love.