(Poems) – headless Victory – 68 words

you can’t hold yourself together anymore.

the cracks spread further every day.

making yourself marble has made them uncurable.

even a helping hand can’t heal absence.


there’s no glue for marble,

no fix for burnt books.

There’s a reason Victory is still headless,

and you’re still not happy.


nothing stays important,

no one saves you,

and know most of all:

time doesn’t slow for the losers to catch up.

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