Oh pretender,
actions expose the weakness
as cold November slowly sickles
it's gangly fingers to your ribs.
your bitterness invites it in,
the ornate facade of skin
only hides the truth from yourself,
no one else.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
Oh pretender,
actions expose the weakness
as cold November slowly sickles
it's gangly fingers to your ribs.
your bitterness invites it in,
the ornate facade of skin
only hides the truth from yourself,
no one else.
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