I was wrong strong
Wrongly wanton checkless wrung,
Towel draped heaven and daisy blue skies
Only a brief reprieve removed like
Shattered glass or trust demolition
Being wrong noted in neon
Harrowing forgiveness chews bolts
And swallows prideless old times until
Marrow becomes very red rock
Fossil eye
Fossil eye
Blinking wrong at the intersections
We were right.
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