The Honesty Game
Just tell me
When I am out of line
When I am out of place
When I am out of time
Peace of mind
When those places seem safe
And the lines are blurred
And the tears are smooth
And the hate is “cured”
It sounds absurd
To think a mind could revitalize a soul
Or terrorize a heart
Or break away a trust
Or exist outside its head
Alive and yet dead.
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