Digital drawing · poetry

AuVi cc.y8

Pick up the trash,

move forward in time,

then the past can come up and sting your rear behind.

That is society anyway,

how about myself,

still a behavioral pattern that comes up repeatedly.

How to let go,

while everyone and everything weighs it down.

Then the past must be scorched,

the past must be nipped at its core

a past can never be done,

lest its still gets a pitbull and attacks where it wants.





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