South of the Border, West of the Sun

an old story collecting dust
left behind
for you to pick up
a part of mine
"all these remnants of joy and disaster"
an inability to piece 'em back together

some things are better left unsaid
and some chapters better stay unread
yet I turn another page
a truth revealed, come what may

there is no epilogue to uncertainty
a perception I once thought I had
I could never see



Credits
Writer(s): Dice Throw
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