when all errors tighten the vice

Sunset resides behind the eyes
No more lies
We say
We begin again
Promises which are lures
Back to what was
Last remnant looking for a drink
Last smoke
Last time
Fake smiles written in deep lines
We choose our futures
Shackled to our pasts
Prisoners caught between same and solace
Easy to mistake one for the other
When you’re running as fast as you can
Last one
Until the next
A promise
Is only as good
As its execution

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