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relationships Cry out, make a sound
Imitate things that no longer exist
Does it really matter how we persist?
The things we do and say are but visions
Visions of the reality that lies within
Of things covered up by our own sin
Beckoning our call
Of the sad internal struggle
To desire the love of another
Till the end of time
We continue to search for someone less
Then who was supposedly the best.
Love Those Cliches
So refreshing after so many similes and originality, form and device, stucture and perfect cadence. Into each life, a little cliche or two. ~A~
Thank you very much for
Thank you very much for reading and the feedback, Troy