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People act as though Evil is tangible truth And it infuriates me As if they know the Devil’s face like I do, Intimately, Know the meaning behind the fingers twisting your doorknob scaling up the side of your pajama pants hiding behind a mask of silence and night. People act as though hurt Is something that can be jailed Despite their lack of knowledge about the physics of locks and keys. The worst insult I can think of being called bad art being burnt up to ash in the fires.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
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People act as though Evil is tangible truth And it infuriates me As if they know the Devil’s face like I do, Intimately, Know the meaning behind the fingers twisting your doorknob scaling up the side of your pajama pants hiding behind a mask of silence and night. People act as though hurt Is something that can be jailed Despite their lack of knowledge about the physics of locks and keys. The worst insult I can think of being called bad art being burnt up to ash in the fires.
heidi-kalloo
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
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