Be Cuz

Rusty hinges, a noisy gate.

Echo rattling through pure hate. 

Flooded engine , well that’s great.

Cavaly arrives a bit too late.

Where it’s at and where it was .

He won’t accept that word “because.”

No justification to end what “was.”

It’s your burden , a box of stones .

Lucky you , that’s yours alone.


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