Polite hellos

Converse sessions

Of Suffocating shoes

Afloat,drifting

Towards the shore

Guided by the winds

Wherein truth surfs

Falsely

Sinking in miles

Of current

Disobeyed

By nature.

 

 

Conversations in my head

Played and replayed

Words washed up

At the tip of my tongue

I lie and lie

Lie even more

Till the debris

Of reality

Rids me of truth

The very truth

That deceives

My existence.

 

 

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