Rapid Fire Mire

It’s not enough to
rule the world. To rule your head,
heart in hand, brings it.

I’m in cleanup and
the reward is distant still.
And I’m scared shitless.

Tied up loose ends.
More to come. It’s just us now.
Fruit and open road.

“Doesn’t it bother
you that it’s all soon over?”
No.

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Rapid Fire Mire

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