these wars will be fought again,
the sleeplessness, the desperation, the hope, the shame

these boundaries will be crossed again,
curiosity turned distrust,
alcohol and ambien

i have been told to let go
in more ways than one;

the coaster is just a coaster, the sheet of paper just paper
that we spend all the time holding on, for dear life we expend this energy
fingers peel apart,
light as a feather

rolls of film will go wasted,
the fog will creep in
and morning will rise again

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