Poetry: Melody of Being Animate


bound, I have found what it meant to be an overplayed song, said that this body has been scared by those who have not even had the privilege, when I think about what it means to see honesty in their eyes I imagine it must be like a suffocating thing to look at something they could own if they could just get what they wanted, a thing, this body, I can not help but see this as a cycle for burring trust to those who say they speak the truth, so easily, claim an unopened pandora you have been miming at this body promising this will be the last, had to watch the heart suffer at the attempts of double edged knifes, a hoax, you are now forced to exempt this cycle this state so familiar how do you do this kind of trust so easily


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