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For the sake of writing after a nightmare
Projecting my mistakes,
Exchanging each one
Like scrolling slides
Upon an others white washed walls,
Now I must question
If I’m the damaged one
Or the one inflicting harm
The entire time after all?
Loose skin
And it’s baby teeth,
Carless lips
Their youth and secrets
That I’ve failed to keep.
Innocence
And it’s slippery slope
Between times divide
On one side truth
The other
hope.
Old stories
Found in dusty boxes
Abandoned in aged
And vacant homes,
Are these tales
Mine,
theirs,
Or just the ones I inherit as my own?
“Come closer”
I say
“And feel what it’s like to be me.
Share some of your warmth
And I’ll show you what it means to be free.”
Exchanging each one
Like scrolling slides
Upon an others white washed walls,
Now I must question
If I’m the damaged one
Or the one inflicting harm
The entire time after all?
Loose skin
And it’s baby teeth,
Carless lips
Their youth and secrets
That I’ve failed to keep.
Innocence
And it’s slippery slope
Between times divide
On one side truth
The other
hope.
Old stories
Found in dusty boxes
Abandoned in aged
And vacant homes,
Are these tales
Mine,
theirs,
Or just the ones I inherit as my own?
“Come closer”
I say
“And feel what it’s like to be me.
Share some of your warmth
And I’ll show you what it means to be free.”
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