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white lies

is there just a single

motif in our eyes

parading in our

hopes and in our

silence when we choke

because we need

the direst

but inside our silence

it screams the loudest

if we could ever

hold our hands together

in this popular movie

of being there forever

how i wished I know

how to manage every second

but time has passed

and we see that it's jocund

like the seriousness of

mirth

the darker it gets, the moment

of birth

acknowledging not

the Holy of Holies,

the temples made for

disembodied bodies

as if there aren't what ifs

in to—day's many, many

hows and whys

and transactional gifts

let me not to the

marriage of untruth,

how can biblical angels mess with

biblical girls' ancestors, like Ruth

or be lifted up high, harpazo

so-called, a donkey's language,

it's not a horse, even if its genus

taxonomically is Equus

or a fish that can be instructed

pretty much sounded like

fiction,

as if no one has ever

contradicted G-d's

dictation