Hiding behind a curtain of lies
It is tattered, ruined
But you grip it for your life
For that is the price
Visible-if you become
your life, soul, they will vanish
You will not survive, without the curtain of lies
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The Works of a Lonesome Soul
PoetryThese are the poems that were results to the wondrous stars that are my thoughts. I weaved them into words over the course of a year or so. I am not abondoning the pen anytime soon though, so there are going to be many poems here. You may start read...
