Little indiscretions creeping around the bend
lost in the night- like a star without its shine
Wish I were brave
Fearless is where I'd speak my truth
the world would scream at the top of its lungs
and halt the tattered breathing
Setting free my emotions, my ideas, my premonitions
Success is around the bend with my indiscretions- which will reach me first?
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