we’re.gettin’.old

the
dreams you sold.
and the feeling inside an envelope.

the
lies you told.
and the hurt that i must cope.

the
love you fold.
and blood felt like dope.

so
tell me dear…

is
there anything to hold?
because i see… there is no hope

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