bad and rotting

scarfs like nooses

and

tongues out

like dead men

we feel the burning

of being alive

and the uniqueness of now

that goes as we go

till goon’s gone good

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they will tell

us that we did

wrong because they are

older and know more

from mistaking more

and we will nod

get older

and nod less

from the strain

of before

and we will tell

us that

those days

when we did wrong

were all there was

if only we

could go

back

right