Rewrite

Rough draft,

through his tattered curtains,

where he lay upon shattered glass.

He’d promised to rewrite this part of his life.

In honesty,

he’d hoped it’d pass.

No one thought he had much to say.

Not one,

not one person warned him.

He grabs himself and writes away…

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