Incomplete Record

Some dreams set aside
Not because I deny them
But they are released

Carefully crafted
To turn thought to thoughtlessness
And keep memory

How long did you spend?
Arranging details just wrong
To see profane words?

Hang yourself with them.
Do not expect me to play
Or the dream to cling

They were witnessed once
That much I had no say in
But twice is my fault

So shit is released
Cracks on pavement left behind
That was a small town

If this is your way
Your town will always be small
Some disgusting trap

"That was all he wrote
Their insignificance grew
Gone in the rear view."

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