Thoughts
Are cruel company
To the unsilent mind
Mocking the wind
That bears them
Like a child
With the cruelty
Of an honest lie
They lurk in bedroom closets
Behind suits hanging at their best
And pour moth-dust in the creases.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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