In silent veracity the falseness
Comes alive and steals the night.
Dwelling in temerity it ticks and tocks,
Takes time from me in gasping gulps of air.
The trigger of one’s validation
Slowly breeds anticipation that
Builds and builds until it falls
Like castles small and made of sand.
The raging winds that push the […]
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