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64 by Riley Vakranov
64
Let's leave our past to sit and burn
The bridges and the houses
The fiances and spouses
Let's travel out and try to learn
Try to study how to drive
Drive away the final rain
Let's keep the crops from circling
Circling around the drain
When all that's left is steel and oak
We'll leave the hate so far behind
Under rain and soggy smoke
Back in the past we left behind
We'll let the trials do their thing
Bending bonds and breaking chains
watch them go to work on things
Watch them bring back all the rains
What more must we burn today?
What is left, what's there to say?!
We've taken hopes, taken dreams
Taken walls and taken beams
Our beds, our food, our luxory
We made our pile and set it free
Set it out into the night
To blend so sweetly with the night
~
I had an apartment with friends a while back that went completely under. People skipped out on payments, friends became enemies, and now we all hate each other. Needless to say, that's what this poem is about. I wanted to continue on for another stanza, but 6 stanzas is more symmetrical than 7 stanzas. 64 was our apartment number.
Picture is actual photo of the apartment complex
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