Wednesday, 1 January 2014

in this slow-quick turn
of fireworks, whiskey and coal
i am born once more
i can shine in towers of light
and crush the confines of love
that hold me here
rage beyond the mightiest guns
that kill my bedtime
fuck you and every sensible, modest thought
this year i wish not to be caught
in a net of regret.

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