How with ease, I seem to fail
weeping in the sorrow
ignore the feeling, I'm the guilt,
bleeding out of us
in all event, I'm not the course
no most certainly not
narrowly fit, all apart.
another forgotten moment
Allotted time - planted crumbs,
eaten before they're followed
ribbon the past - I'm already blessed
starting ought to help
We weak stay around to follow them out
you sure don't see it often
over again - resend defeat
my little slice of hope
We're all forgotten moments!
Alas, in wounded form forever
The last standing ought to know?

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