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Where the Truth Lies
We scream what we’re feeling
But what we’re feeling always changes
As life rearranges
The furniture in the room,
Closed doors feel like tombs
As the cherry tipped joint
Floats precariously
Balanced between reality
And the soft touch of empty sheets
But what we’re feeling always changes
As life rearranges
The furniture in the room,
Closed doors feel like tombs
As the cherry tipped joint
Floats precariously
Balanced between reality
And the soft touch of empty sheets
Published 7th Jul 2016
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7th Jul 2016 4:06pm
ah this tugs at my heart...i know that feeling of void, vacant..nothing but things, furniture haunting images.
7th Jul 2016 6:48pm
Anonymous
7th Jul 2016 8:11pm
i keep coming back to this. reading it over and over.
it is truth on the page. and it hurts a bit.
it is truth on the page. and it hurts a bit.
8th Jul 2016 2:40am
8th Jul 2016 4:52am
