Only fables craft fates so.
I’m not in it anymore.
All the heydays that have left
Make formations to the left -
I’ll collect them up on shelf.
Diary of my middle 5’s.
I was doing kinda nice.
Scribbles scratched out on the page
With childlike rage.
Back in days I was a sage.
Back to sacred loving hopes:
Slight romantic overdose.
Rubber doll deflates with noice,
Waving goodbyes to her boys.
I’m too old for playing toys.
fables
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