Friday, November 13, 2015


Trustless are we, quaint in what we think we know.
Knowledge, amassed - or is it? Maybe it's more a gesture to protect
Protecting any part of who we are, in any way that we can,
Because the slander from strong words serves to cut away more than fat
It cuts into bone and marrow, into nerve-endings soaked in sensitivity.

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