Be Cuz
Rusty hinges, a noisy gate.
Echo rattling through pure hate.
Flooded engine , well that’s great.
Cavaly arrives a bit too late.
Where it’s at and where it was .
He won’t accept that word “because.”
No justification to end what “was.”
It’s your burden , a box of stones .
Lucky you , that’s yours alone.
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