We all hide these things behind our eyes, behind our mouths, behind our rib cage that holds a beat that makes our hearts echo and glow.
Artificial smiles made of silver and gold, making people think what is shown is undoubtedly told. It's an anchor that we tried to let go, but all it did is make us go even more low.
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the war against myself
Poetrya trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)