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I’m a shooting star
On a black scar.
I know who you are
In the worst bar.
I play guitars
In burning dumpsters.
I run the sky
Of a landing halt.
I discern concerns
And opinions.
I’m the flame
In the city lights’ fault.
I’m never winning;
I burn bumpers.
I’m the beginning
With no minions.
I’m the sinning schedule
On highways.
I’m the victim of cracks
On the ground.
I’m the shy goodbye
And never “Hi.”
I learn the unloved try;
I’m the why.
Isaiah Lawrence 