in place in line to be fed the lies
the silly hungry seek beliefs to share
in a common sickness of hopelessness
a cure to stand tall when the walls crumbling down
don't matter this time of the year brings near
the return to a place unbearable
family and friends all alike
disgusted
crossed out
there should be one for us
salvation now comes in other forms
not as high but more often more alive
concrete bitten down nails
posted by fillshe @ 5:44 PM
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