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Jul 2014
LIES
Fabrics spun on the spot
So fast


An inevitable noose just winding
Waiting it's descent into particularly sensitive flesh
Pain
Internal suffering to actually bear guilt..
Of truth
Place blame
Place excuses for each web made
All things considered,
it rains.


Rain being ephemeral in it's extent
Yet always powerful in it's duration
Rain is the silent secrets that out pour
As claws dig in and tear away
Send them all out, and bleed
The only way wounds mend
Take all the thoughts
Flooding
Jumbled
Messy
Wild river...
And clarify
Cease the riptide
Guilt.Frustration.Blame.Shame.


And all the same river that creates them
Even with eyes shut
Perpetually, we are in control


LIES**


...Tell yourself that
Close your eyes
Just dream
Smile
It will stop raining soon, sweet child
THE Apache Tomcat
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THE Apache Tomcat  A clothing store
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