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Mar 2015
Do you know
What the flattering words did to me
Enunciated my flaws
Kneaded my subconscious
Abetted my fears

Do you understand
Any of what was said to me
Tundras of hurt
All coalesce under this foreign sky
I can hardly recall my own name or face
Though the same can be said for us all
The lucky few
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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