Intention

Pause at recalcitrant past
Thinking the die was cast
Hoping nothing will last
Forever

Dance around the truth
Path of misguided youth
Cravings of each tooth
To tether

Wished to dance alone
As the diamond shone
No harmony of tone
together

Streets so often hard
Brittle, crisp and charred
Purity so marred
By weather

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