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Burn Out and Grow Old

Twisted truths
wrung out from muted memories;
Trauma and Triumph,
forcing definition into the motion of man
Progressing backwards,
toward the center,
back to where bones found their limit
First experiences with fracture;
we were brave but nearly broken
Boys
inhaling wisps of wonder,
then coughing out our innocence
No breadcrumbs to mark our path
Just the dying embers of summer
burning magic in the mud

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