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Oct 2018
Simple    distractions.    The   ease
of subdued conversations.  We lie
to one  another  because we lie to
ourselves   first.  
                               These   exchanges —
what  really  is   the  hidden   meaning
behind these  overzealous accusations
and   forthcoming   of   presumptuous
acts?  
            What  is  truth  in  subtle subjection's
and    altruistic   annexations?   We   cannot
sleep at night. The most evolutionary of  all
humanly cycles—broken.  Are you broken?

I am.


© A. Leigh
Maybe it is not so simple after all.
Amy Leigh
Written by
Amy Leigh  25/Female/Canadian
(25/Female/Canadian)   
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