My Everyth'n

My childhood wounds stopped bleeding along time ago

cause I've stopped scratching them.

My childhood pictures

speak for themselves.

Their voice no longer

My Everyth'n.

Only whispers are left

of a mysterious Self

wrapped in some kind of timeline

playing an old Billy Joel song in the background.

The sounds make me dance

in a small sleepy yearning.

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