Spin


I don’t want to be that open wound

Or bleed on new ground

I don’t want to be hollowed out

Or keep sending up flares to be found

I don’t want someone to look at me

In the shadow of heightened desperation

I have been cut and I’ve bled

But there’s a defined separation

I want for you to discover me on your own

I don’t want my ghosts to lead or introduce

I’m going to spin my life somewhat differently

And  see what that will produce

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