A relationship broken crusted.
Winter/Fall
Spring is rusted.
Gone, we trusted.
These gears weren’t busted.
How did we become so crusted?
Broken rotten corpse,
of things before…
Tears dried the gears.
Re-broken heart is rusted.
Fall/Winter
From where did I spring?
Trusted, crusted, forever busted.
So pure.
So rusted.
Tried to mend,
machine fucking wrecked.
Truth found so feared.
I was the one… so broken rusted.
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