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I miss you and the way
you seldom say what is actually on your mind sometimes I think even you don't know what it is you're wanting from you or me or anyone I don't ask questions and I don't say what is actually on my mind But I do tell the truth when I say anything I am unrelentlessly honest even when I try not to be but the words I don't say to you could fill so many chapters in my unwritten books yet I leave the pages blank and if the act of omission is the same as a lie then I am a liar I am a liar I am such a liar. Charity 2006
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Is it madness to put my life on display like paint on canvas all walls eventually crumble as do my own while I stumble deeper into this public plane of existence layers of resistance crackle and fade like the wall on which my world is displayed and who would believe that anyone would read my rambling, tumbling, scribbling, stumbling rhymes... madness or just cracked paint on canvas who knows but I write on regardless. Seen or unseen... It's like breathing for me anymore. Charity  |
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