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Sit here outside on a ledge, a bench...the doorway to my prison...the wind chills and my smile fades. Little by little your smile leaves me. Truly..

His life is a lie,his labels divine...The truth he lives lies in the tone of the beholder...i gaze above at the sight of trouble he skips acro..

Our lives lived in sin...Mistakes and glory...we deface an recreate those of gentle nature...The sky yurns...it screams...agony enlightens us of ..

Its a bit of an old one but i think a few people might enjoy it

The simple sinking feeling of losing your closest friend..

A poem to those moments...

A poem to those who share a liar as a "friend"

Poetry