Hang Me Up To Dry

Hung up (on you)

Unhung at second glance

to reminisce

over a dark past.

A path not to move along

(although the road is clear)

The stones themselves are shaking

left begging as I peer

Among the swallowed veterans

who thought they knew better than before

A guilty distant memory

haunting a revival

with an irresistible taunt of lure…

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