110 Moving On

I’m castin’ spells,
shes castin’ spells,
we’re all castin’ spells.

Write like it
doesn’t fucking
count,

until it
does.

I read it in a book.

110 moving on. . .

Bombs dropped,
money spent,
I see you now,
I saw you
then.

Can you hear the people
behind the walls,
singing?

A bell
ringing,
head wishing
I was stone

instead of
dying
on Sunday morning
coming down.

ŠJ.D.C.IV 2020

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