Winning Stride To A Crowded Ending
losing streak by an empty lot
Were the years so true then- when there was only so much to lose?
A rotten job you could do without...
An education that made fresh baked debt to break your legs with…
A bitter spoiling relationship with a bitter spoiled girl...
A boundless libido…
A hankering for love and war meeting at simultaneous orgasms…
A battered new life at The Woods…
A battle with self, unsettled with vices with Music and Vices…
A device that could cut…
A device that would cut…
A losing streak with no cap…
A tender soul…
A new love
And even more loves leaving more behind and more to hate…
A relative…
A mother…
Another mother…
A grandfather…
So many friends…
Another home…
Another fantasy…
A fairytale…
A tale to tell…
Yes, that was it.
All there was to lose. Mostly a tale to tell.
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