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twisting;

emotions can be poured, spilled,
fooled more than twice
but measuring them, counting them
stacking them up to form books
which you can read back to yourself,
to look at yourself with cruel, condescending eyes
don’t be the one who chooses to see
all of the truths as nothing but lies

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backdated post a day poem for October 27th, 2017

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