Writing is Math
If what was meant to be
Never came
Would you write it down?
Or erase the idea?
~
Being cut shorter
Blindfolded in the dark
Running through wet streets
With nothing left to discover
~
And all the while a child will shudder
At the fallacy that surrounds them
And a mask is finally shattered
To reveal the cracked face underneath



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