clearing space

we spoke today
on the phone
for a while

how quaint
i mean, who does that anymore?

intended
and
executed

in the flow
as above
so below

and its in hands
as much is up to us
and we all always have the duty to meet halfway
to make our own luck
on our own time
our own dime
and–fuck!

bomb

truth

the risk is ever-present
and all the truths i told you
may come back to bite me
and if they do
then i know you were the snake
or
maybe you’ll change
and take it to your grave
and we’ll never meet again
but now you know

and it was real

and i’m not pretending anymore
or holding on

i had to let you go
so i could go on

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