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falsehoods and a pack of cigarettes

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Published: Dec 19, 2014

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"are we lost,"

i asked, hungry and bone-thin
a snarl of empty sitting deep in my belly,
the loss of home, the loss of mind

"you're never lost with me!"

hummed the god, peering at length,
oh-so-bright and immaculate,
and this time i knew it was lying

so i reached out and snuffed the light,
heard the skitter-spatter of gods falling to the floor
felt my mind fracture and splinter and seperate
sat down in the labyrinth of my blackened soul.

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beltminer

Dec 20, 2014

My friend, one must be O' so careful not to throw out the truth with the lies.
Truth is an immutable beacon, however uncomfortable it may seem in a single
moment.
Your friend,
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