GOLDEN

I tip my glass to second chances at this

class of classless

people seemingly here for the

gravity of bliss

and I’m trickling down into my new

identity each day

its a freckled face forgiveness of

the past I walked away from

so this new born bitch

will be gloating in the morning

and this brazen beast will be

fighting towards the dawn

and I’m a frightened thing

but still frightening

I have words to speak

things to teach now that I’m

golden

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