08-01-2021

The new dawn breaks like bread,
Broken around a table everybody gets a piece.
The sky stretches like arms on an easy morning.
Easy enough to picnic with your rubble and see a bright future for most days.
The past was quick sand felt like fighting made it worse.
My knuckles were starting to wilt

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