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dirt.
Folder:
Journeys. soil of soul.
wolfed by a past,
concerned with the present,
no one, is without their secrets.
consumed by dirt,
the shape without feeling,
these voided consequences
no longer hold meaning.
the hour of judgement
has waned like a sunset,
fled in the darkness,
coiled in a black
anxious await, ever so often.
i look myself in the face
and break a smile,
the denial reads like walls
scripted in graffiti,
bold and graphic,
[ con ]fused together
to belie even the closest of
whomever we share, ourselves with.
indiscreet dishonesty,
blunt tool portrayals,
and ambiguously coined
phrases of philosophy,
leave more to be unveiled.
