pour out your heart between the rotting yellow stars;
her smile glimmers like diamonds & denial and the confusion
is burning acid in my stomach. chimeras of hope & jaded
illusions of happiness dancing like a circus show before my eyes,
a fanciful parade of wishes, wanna-be's, and lies
and i'm choking back the darkness as it rises from my gut.
("don't fall, little one;
the truth is a sinkhole & they say it never stops.")














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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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