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a poem i wrote yesterday

.: In The Mind of the Snow Angel :. (revised)

I've got more to say
Than what you think
Silent lips, scream thoughts
And I can't believe,
this "truth" I've been taught

Surely it couldn't be
He who tells the Lies,
and frightens me
Maybe it's just part,
of my slow demise

I'm separating this as fiction over here,
I don't want to see my fears

So I write lightly now,
as feathers might crawl
Seemingly innocent,
but not really...not at all

(unedited version)

i've got more to say
than what you think
quiet lips, screaming thoughts
and i can't believe
this truth "i see"
i don't think it
could really be
who tells all the lies
maybe that's part of the demise
seperating fiction here
not seeing my own fears
so light as i write
feathers crawl
seemingly innocent
but not really...not at all.



i wrote that at work. i actually kind of like it. i usually hate the things i write ;)

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