blame

blame comes and goes

each step, future's cornerstone

each smile, enmity's horoscope

i turn not gray or wine

blood orange for kicks

to the head, to the state

and then reason fades

each step foretold in verse

alive in the womb

dead on arrival

it wasn't me, it was him

adt
short hills, nj

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