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Splintered Walls

By , West Chester, PA
no longer able to plaster on the face
this lies are smashing
uncomfortably
on the floor.
but I doubt you can see
or care.
my washed out eyes
are dried
from my loss
of hope
sitting, open, in front of you.
rebellion means
I want you to read
my book too.
lies twist up the splintered walls
choking my heart
heat rises
as I pretend not care
because, of course, I don





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