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I circled the rumors in red on my sheet
Sat there and looked for a while
Planned out my day just a start to the week
All in a wait and see style

Considered telling, but then changed my mind
Fractures in time will be known
Feeling betrayed in a truth that does blind
Shunning the light that is shone

So many pass that do not disappear
Hoping the news will retrieve
Headlines and sorrow and shedding a tear
Praying the masses believe

Drinking the praise through a white plastic straw
Savoring every drop
Laughing inside as they digest it all
Knowing someday it will stop

Ordering stones with a carved epitaph
Dictating words as they’re bled
Counting the frowns in the day’s aftermath
Watching from shadows ahead

I could be wrong, I have been there before
Choices I tend to conceal
Though I do know there is one thing for sure
This is not one they will steal