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Did you manage to finally see,
caught in the web of their imagery?
Twisted against the burning pyre
Did you find those depths amidst the fire?
Remnants of who you once would be.

The slickest lie puts you on your back
Like tomes added to the tilted stack.
Looking for the truth of ages
Circling you like angry pages.

Wasted effort pulled up tight
“I’m too tired to lie tonight”
For this facade you’ve become addicted.
These wounds (are all) self inflicted.

Lost in this endless contemplation
Expressing dismay and deep frustration.
You collapse your worries into a mask
Injured by the waiting task.

Do my words fill you with trepidation?
Soliciting illicit conversation.
Forgotten, you have left behind
The very things, you need to find.

 

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