our future's coming back around
it didn't much care for being left out
it didn't much like being left behind
with all the promises we made to it,
over time,
collected in a bag - thrown to one side.
it's got things to grind, not axes alone
but our noses, and hearts, like grain on stone
our future's coming back for us,
to
pick
a bone
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