lost puppy
muted colors wash on a receding shorefading into a lifetime of red-caped nothing
scheduled to never show up and smile.
instead, razors gleam with fascination
under a flickering mirror of denial.
the lies don't package like the truth, but
a sure shill tries to convince otherwise,
unrelenting and unforgiving and immutable
like a hand-shaking, weakening demise
reaping a lifetime of gutless gore.
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I had hoped things were getting better, clearer for you. It doesnt sound that way. :( I'm sorry.
Do you like it here, at least? Glad of your decisions to move here? Work, how is that? I do not hear....
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