Monday, December 9, 2013

[trust] no one.

A quiet lesson learned
Thoughts desensitized. 
A hungry whisper 
After sundown.

Questions asked 
Trust taken by the neck,
And snapped to pieces.

Pain sunken to the core 
Bled dry
Distortion of your face
No longer dicipherable

And yet
My beloved adoration 
Still pulses

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