Had, Have
Once it was this great feeling I had
Or maybe it had me
Either way, tragic possession
Like falling in quicksand
The more you flail
The deeper the digression
Now it’s just something I have
Like an old key in a drawer
I forget what it opens
This scar on my hand
Once a deep wound
Wish it would bleed again
1/5/23
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