Almost Cooked

Out of the frying pan

Sizzling hangover haunts,

Fractured lines convene here –

I am free, sunup to sundown

My mistakes are my own

And you are my history now

 

Clouds move leisurely across

The blue soul of above,

Thrill me, dance again –

Strutting awkwardly at first, confidence

Returning; death affords life

A new breath of fresh air

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