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This poem is just another lie.

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Tomic Riter

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, 
another evening
victim of the invisible hand
this night won't be any brighter
or colder
but colder nights are coming
coming
colder nights are coming
I am running out of songs to sing
I have been left dry in the brutal sun 
for so long
I could take my chances any night
not tonight
tonight, I am just a plain coward
scratching the surfaces
on which beautiful things grew
this poem is just another lie
I write truths only in paragraphs.

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One response to “This poem is just another lie.”

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    Lia

    Omg! “this poem is just another lie / I write truths only in paragraphs.”

    I feel like I get this so much. I often feel the same way about my own writing. It’s not intentional, but poetry can be interpreted nearly any way. Paragraphs seem to be more clear somehow.

    Anyway, I love poetry. Maybe because life is also not literal. I don’t know. But to me this is golden. Beautifully written 🙏👌

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