deluded eyes
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Read between the lines?
There are no lines.
Just a blurry fucking mess on paper.
She kissed, he kissed, rape him, rape her.
Count the days, you'll lose count.
Hold the hands of the one that wasnt raped,
but wanted to be.

Steady is the hand that doesn't write.
How does the media explain that?
Freeze the moment in a photo.
And paste it on the cover of Depression,
the popular new magazine.
That doesnt burn with a single match.

Murders forgotten in the shadows of society.
How many times have you heard that before?
By someone who didn't mean it when they said it.
Contagious self delusion.
Jut weep empathy through your voice.
And read the faded poetry that gets washed off the bathroom wall.

Absence looks out the window.
Through the dirty glass.
Dont exclude this form of liberty.
Even though it causes tears.
Murder is the passing moment.
But actors hold the knife.
Is that your weapon of choice?

A voice on the T.V. misuses the word irony.
Definition mean nothing to them.
Or is that a generalization?

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