Like all of the dirt was swept under the rug
And tongue twisted lies were a shadow of smug
For the pressure of meaning was soft like a quilt
But the weight of the wrong was as heavy as guilt
And we speak in code like our lives are a riddle
But the circle of destiny is not in the middle
And try as we might the cross has been hung
But only regret can measure our tongue
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I almost hit like on your post 😩
By accident 😩
Weighed in at 130. The protein shakes are working.
Sorry about the weird start of the poem – like lines are missing – an incomplete idea – but this is what was flowing out and I wanted to get it down
I hope you like it
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