Our hands slash the air
Raw thoughts
Volume up
No filter
My mind is an anguished gazelle
Yours is a runaway steam engine
screaming down its track
I dread where it will stop
Fury will destroy us
Can we never return to the soft meadow
where we tumbled on the grass
and laughed like wind chimes?
Our eyes as hopeful as fawns
Fingers entwined like branches
Our life then
Our life now
The path is scorched
What words can extinguish this bonfire?
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