Silent mouth, prepared to loseWhite

February 16, 2016

Silent mouth, prepared to lose

White skin and a purple bruise

Wrods dripping with ominous clues

Layered lies with the intent to confuse

Mysterious dirt caked on new shoes

Guilt settled in skin like fresh tattoos

Eyes gray slates, colder than a statue

A faulty circuit, an exploding fuse

A suicide note placed on the news.

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