Between fact and failure
I lay face down in muddied water
Neck broken, heart still
My sweat unrecognized, salts cold blood
For I am left behind
just like others
find me beneath the gallows
…at first sign of weakness
they will sip their drinks, sip faster
at the feet of false gods
in the name of the blinding rich
People. I tell you.
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Yesterday I saw true colors
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Better yesterday than tomorrow.
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Love that..thanks Friend 🙂
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Poignant and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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No, thank you for dropping by and reading. Along with your lovely comment. Much appreciated. Take care!
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