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A poem about being deceived by people

Submitted:Feb 8, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 6    Likes: 7   

Deceptive truths, those

Which rain on us,

Purging and befouling, causing

Retreats into the alcoves

Of consciousness,

Where nothing

But ghostly caches drown

A spark. A myriad of

Familiar faces with piercing

Stares double my rhythm of

Be gone, be gone.

A question hangs in the

Acrid air, by a noose

Made from love. And thus,

I pass

Into the void


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