Collage by P.S.
Don't laugh don't smile
Let the merry go round wind down
Whispers of childhood are all I can allow
I only hear within myself
My voices cry a chorus
of timeless plays
and fading colors
You think these perfect?
These deals I've touched
But I can see no beauty
You stole it when you called out
Love - but didn't know it's name
I thought my grip was strong
But my calluses were worn thin
And my blood was warm and red
It hurt when I saw it puddle on the ground.
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