Syrian
ruins
Heart
fragments
I
desire to drive with you through the antique robotic deserts
Lose
ourselves in the splintered mirrors of disenchanted time and expanding space
We
choose to either be a hero or a villain before we’re even born
We
make allowances for our weaknesses while ramping up our strengths with interfaith
I
wanted love, you wanted dessert
I
was out of my depth, you were only concerned with the calories
Fairytales
do come true
If
you’re willing to suspend disbelief and focus on self preservation
Captive
audience
The
laugh track in your heart keeps you free from lonesome fear and disarming truth
Charles Cicirella
1/25/18
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