crescendo
2016-03-12

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sweetness never stays.
no horizon is worth chasing relentlessly
ambition fades into obsession
and crescendos in devastation

a delicate ball of pure glass
wound out of the finest sands
twice shattered and once glued
can never be truly put back together

sticks and stones
may break people’s bones
but scars dug deep enough
never truly heal

where is the peace I paid for?
surely my childhood doesn't hold a monopoly
although countless summer afternoons spent poring over
paper money counts in some convoluted way

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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
