Rupture
After all, I know we are so apart…
Solitary confinement is unique,
only hurting seems the same;
no more sharing lifeless living,
ghosts of morrow are deceiving
For the stars in the night,
oh, how sweet it feels,
rupturing my veins of life
And all the layers of truth are hidden,
lies entangled with our souls;
in this world, like feelings ,
condemned to be free, and yet so
entwined in our never-ending dreams…
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