It’s hard not to fear was seems so real
Never are we alone
Why does the false truth seem so real?
The ache is in the heart
A true pierce known to man
Stand among and be with
The doors close as an inner fit
A case, lost
From what is to be believed
But never,
Alone is one to be
Forever, together,
Known as ‘we’
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Decadence Hackneyed
PoetryTo decline unoriginal works bears Decadence Hackneyed. First poetry book in the Expostulate Series. A personal reminder to stay original. Written in 2013-2016.
