I don’t come to you in sunlight
Place of night time misadventure
Drunk. Wild. Shirtless.
We were different once.
Last night I dreamt of snakes.
Now I roam a cemetery,
full of ancient young skeletons.
Enlighten and embolden me,
freedom of the Earth’s breeze.
My heart is a bohemian leader
but my mind is conflicted,
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