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The Truth
The Truth behind your sighs
tell a tale of a hundred grunts
shallow wimpers, mortal-lies
immortal-eyes
I forget what could be so important
about your escape
forget what meaning I find...
tucked behind, about, behind
a flight of fancy
turned a side
A flight
before
your fate.
tell a tale of a hundred grunts
shallow wimpers, mortal-lies
immortal-eyes
I forget what could be so important
about your escape
forget what meaning I find...
tucked behind, about, behind
a flight of fancy
turned a side
A flight
before
your fate.
Published 27th Jun 2019
| Edited 11th Aug 2019
Author's Note
Aleia hung herself. I wrote this poem in lieu of exchange.
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