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Terror crumpled

Thrown in the waste basket

Answers always too far behind


But you

Ahead of the world

I asked you for


Well doesn’t matter does it


Not yet tasted

The same horror

Just to near you


These puppet strings are worn

You save me from the world again

Leave me flopped here

To beat a chest of dullness

Echoes resonate


Wood like flesh


It’s all a lie


Yet despite the lies


I became



Β© Tammy Mezera 2016