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thought I was home
hello
maybe I came back
way too soon
ash under my feet
I sleep
I don't want to think
of what we've done
to be
the heroes
in the fairytales told
we've only played dress-up
wishing we could save the world
but too little
done
too late
we've come
to the end
of the tunnel
searching for a light
failing to recognize
that
we
are
blind.
JE LEEST
THOUGHTLESS │✔️
PoëzieThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
