feral blues

Yesterday,
within the swarthy lone night
I unwrapped "YoU" newly
"YoU", slowly burning carmined
and
"I", keep falling;
mellowed,dethawed
as molten wax.
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Today,
I am walking a road,
that was never mine.
Its the curves
I had choosen to find "YoU"
at a node, betrayed.
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Confidence! is so poor to hold on often!
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Tomorrow,
I may laugh; once,
louder, more louder
while holding a rose
upon the palm
and
failing to discriminate between
YoU and PaIn.