the scars of our past
a design for life that needs breaking
sorrow for sale and the kicks we need
everlasting like fury
forget the gutless wonders
destroy the walls of doubt
the indian summer behind our eyes
shining despite the fear that shackles us
to all that we must let go
speak the words
utter the truth
it will set us free
it will give us the universe in a smile
infinite in beauty
and mirrored to perfection

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