Half smashed

Scribbling down thoughts

in case I may not make it

to the brighter side of the moon

 heart still muddy from

 moments that passed us by

though awkwardly balanced

almost trashed.

Constant tugs on heart

water streaming down face

caught between hell, that other place

words slowly take shape

half smashed.

burn baby burn

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