there I go again
placing the dominos face up
one by one
in an orderly fashion
as I make more
I start to run out of space
There they go
losing rhythm
becoming paper tin
one little bump
and they all come crashing down
like the lies I make
the truth, slowly coming apart
piece by piece
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YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
ПоэзияA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
