broken words
segregate
negate
the truth
tangled webs
deceit
self loathing
bite the hand
that feeds
integrity
honour
what of these?
these well worn paths
can only lead
to loathing
deep rooted sod
camouflaged as a smile
bring out the dead
wear sorrow
with a nod
jumping through
hoops
dreaming up schemes
devices
nullifying
our deepest dreams
hold me to the glass
see the imprints of my soul
hold me to the light
so i can then be whole
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