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denial
denial
Indian Appropriate silence by a grenade.
I saw inscrutable senses, I saw how he pushed, pushed them away, I never saw it heaving back, I saw him stealing, stealing a particular piece of enrage, I saw his mansion where he built, built a powerful vengeance, he covered himself with, with dusk and dawn, he proofread himself occasionally so, he imbibed forest, forest of shadows and masks, I saw he smashed, smashed the only vase I thought was worth saving, I saw him being a human, human his world wasn't for him.
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Vengeance.
He, my love, chose to see shadows of another man in my pupil, He, my love, could not see adrift coating them instead, He, my love, said tomorrow's a part of my hallucination, it isn't there, he said, He, my love, smeared his being with untruth, he said was me, He, my love, knew passion, He, my love, had an unattained character, of obsession with beauty.
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Tilted him
I've been trapped in my silence, it reflects back my voice. What the world might say, how it never would be okay. Would they ever get to know, that it wasn't my choice. My body was touched, without my consent. I will never be able to fly away, will they ever get to know it, that these chains don't hurt me, words and taunts do. They'd never see me, like they used to. My folks and my friends, Oh! These loose ends, how will I tie them, with scope of some proof, I hide in my body, and I hide in my pain. I'm trapped in my silence, with no one to vent.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:12 AM UTC
Limits