Jen Juice

Torn apart with the warranties that worn through
The soul that could not and would not do
Not the time of night – it hasn’t
Gotten much more than this rite
Of passages
You don’t belong to –
I can’t do any more but let you be
Who you are
Wherever that path leads
And doesn’t become –
I can’t breathe….

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