The Unfairness Of Angels

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Stagnated boredom

Stagnated boredom
A frame of mind?
A half truth? A lie?
Truth?
A kick with dirt
To subtly hide
What's hidden
Disguise
Hold back
Deviate
Lie
But then
Like custard pie
To the face
A prank
A wake up call
To everything
That's wrong
With me?
With you?
With the world?
Course not
Lie……..

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Stagnated boredom