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  • Tito Titus


Updated: Dec 19, 2020

An excerpt from the "I Can Still Smile Like Errol Flynn" publication, this is a piece about...

When morning broke it shattered,

not of its own volition.

The evening before, I set it up,

stacking pieces precariously,

balancing neurons on memories,

ganglia tenuously holding on,

soaked in dank fissures of brain.

When morning broke it shattered,

acute shards of regret piercing

my consciousness, hacking at hope

like a vicious Samurai slicing

away my best yens,

like a Sumo sittin on gray

matter that can't breathe.

When morning broke,

so did I.

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