‘pretend,

Let’s pretend I was walking down the lane of fire. feeling the restless, heating and precious desire.

Let’s pretend that I was willing to jump, to scream, to fall and to rise prior.

Let’s pretend I was willing to take that imperfect path to the future to inspire.

Let’s pretend there was no gun, no pain and no attached wire.

Was I the only person that believed in the mystery, or was I the seduced one? to be the one that has none is shredding your tears into your own loaded gun. Let me shoot;”let me kill”. Let me go for the one I will, my dear son. It all began when time was right and she won.

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