Is it possible that these spines are crumbling down?
Is there a possibility that dreams have trouble staying around?
Is it possible to etch with fractured nails;
and dig dog deep to his heart that clots the fail?
Is it possible to scene the madrugada between sunset and the upset;
To then scythe out the people you wish to forget?
Is it a possibility to crop out the rain;
On a programmed mindset designed to race our flight with paper planes?
Is it impossible to just fucking care,
and not create a possibility to be scared?
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