Wednesday, 11 February 2015


In the unnatural quiet
Something as cold as compassion
For eyes coloured and distant
A face lined with sadness
Where tales of guilt
Rest on what I am supposed to think
And myths of deceit
Hide in the chambers of voices
And return to the listened plight

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