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Apr 23, 2010
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Self-Deception
there's no use crying over spilled milk
when your hair is on fire,
you're on foreign soil anyway,
just dig a little deeper
for the truth
you think
is there somewhere, you just misplaced
it when you were a dog or a god
squirreling it all away
and you reach the end of the magician's rope
to the sky
still climbing the truth that can't ever be lived,
the one that sets you free:
there is no such thing,
and then you fall
again.
when your hair is on fire,
you're on foreign soil anyway,
just dig a little deeper
for the truth
you think
is there somewhere, you just misplaced
it when you were a dog or a god
squirreling it all away
and you reach the end of the magician's rope
to the sky
still climbing the truth that can't ever be lived,
the one that sets you free:
there is no such thing,
and then you fall
again.
— Kailashana, Apr 23, 2010
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Critiques
partacidcharm
16 years 3 months ago
those two first lines- wow,
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
Thanks for reading and
mantiscepter
16 years 3 months ago
Magic Rope
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
A little tongue & rope
mantiscepter
16 years 3 months ago
tongue and rope
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
Now, John, you know we each
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
I love those last lines …
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
Hi my lovely Lady Jayne,
barbsdad2003
16 years 3 months ago
How ...
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
Always pleased to see you,
Nordic cloud
16 years 3 months ago
Oh you conundrum Anna
Ross Hamilton Hill
16 years 3 months ago
liked this
manawa
16 years 3 months ago
oh yes you fall
Hooded Stranger
16 years 3 months ago
Self-Deception
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