Illusions

I am no perfect thing

My breathing stops

I drink to drown

But there’s never enough

The voiced words they

Echo from behind the brick

The walls

From the home I left

There’s prices I paid

For…

There’s pieces …

I am no perfect thing…

-Regardingsamuel.com

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