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Sweet songs, peaceful nights,
familiar melody, soft pillows.
Life always seemed like
it was always like that,
but
sad songs, silent nights,
strangerlike melody, tear-stained pillows
have entered my
once friendly life
until
mad songs, deaf nights,
numb melody, stoney pillows. . .
opened my sucrose-sprinkled eyelids.
You might never want to cry,
never want to lie,
but it's the truth.
The truth is underneath the layers of sugar;
scrub the condiments off your eyes.
You'll see.
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YOU ARE READING
Sugarcoat
Poetry𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩 ╰ a s e r i e s o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "The truth is underneath the layers of sugar; scrub the condiments off your eyes."
