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Everything that has come to light Contradicts And spirals ******** up the game pieces Blocking the Sun A paradox that waltzes only to stop and reveal broken kneecaps Harmony that pours from lips of crimson truth only to turn and divulge a fork against ***** ceramic plates Beauty that discloses: Beauty does not exist And everything that I That you have once known crashes To expose something that I cannot interpret I can only make sense of the canvas of pretty painted lies I can clutch to their comfort and close my eyes But tapping together my glittery slippers will not bring me home because home was never home Home doesn't exist and I I don't know What is true A-"ny -==Mor=+;'e ?
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
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Everything that has come to light Contradicts And spirals ******** up the game pieces Blocking the Sun A paradox that waltzes only to stop and reveal broken kneecaps Harmony that pours from lips of crimson truth only to turn and divulge a fork against ***** ceramic plates Beauty that discloses: Beauty does not exist And everything that I That you have once known crashes To expose something that I cannot interpret I can only make sense of the canvas of pretty painted lies I can clutch to their comfort and close my eyes But tapping together my glittery slippers will not bring me home because home was never home Home doesn't exist and I I don't know What is true A-"ny -==Mor=+;'e ?
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
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