echoes
of
lost
forgotten
words
hammering the past home
visions
of
fading
distorted
faces
breaking mirrors one at a time
trust
in
nothing
in
no one
maintaining control is vital
truth
lies
false truth
baby words
spoken
first
no doubt reality sucks
the
chest
cavity
exploding
upon
contact
the heart seeks an escape route
from
alternative
out
of
focus
perception
the lay of the land is unforgiving
the
night
comes
on gingerbread toes
(12-08-2015)
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