Cold Reality |
| by Ann Canonico |
Hate is Love in a way only friends show,
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Clashing hearts,
Yet one of a kind.
Crucified words
To the point that nothing
Means something.
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