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Lost in these truths.

I lifted my heart in my hands–
black ink against a bonewhite page.
but nothing is ever that simple, is it?


too many times, I've been told of
complex myths, shades of gray hidden
in shards of destiny;

and I am sick of it–
but I am tireder still of
simple fairy tales and those who believe them.





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I'm ready to start over. to begin again, and leave this week behind me.

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  • WanderingSolace
    March 12

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    I know how you feel but rather than this week I'm going to try this year. You really captured it though. Nice work, this poems really pretty. The opening especially captured my attention.