my heart stops
its true talk
the real cost
of life bought
and lied against
a broken pavement
cracked and bent
disillusory trick
heat escapes quick
and the sound of hope
trickles
if we elope
in wrinkles
to a time that we'd know
but all that's left are echoes
empty in my soul
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