Poetry For Everyday People
Where Lies Lie
Searching beneath
exteriors,
what I need is invisible,
sharp, the kind
you don't feel coming in
but rips your soul
on the way out,
blood seems poetic
at the end,
tender like a
kiss.
exteriors,
what I need is invisible,
sharp, the kind
you don't feel coming in
but rips your soul
on the way out,
blood seems poetic
at the end,
tender like a
kiss.
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Where Lies Lie
Where Lies Lie
