Random static bits presently
Cling to your memory
Where I have been excommunicated from
By moral felony
Remember, however
How we beamed?
-To manifest a redemptive dream,
budding with the ambition of our climb!
-Almost sprouting forth into bine-
But shattered seeds
Grew too slow
I can't take the way that
I lived
From their memory
A piece
Past
Presently
Disconsolate I.D.
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