after
the time of deceit
the woman
takes her halo
out of the forgotten trunk,
brushes the dust off,
puts it on,
adjusts it
and pretends
that everything
is still
the same.
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Another Wandering Soul 
Can’t the same be said about a man? Or is there no more need to pretend to be good?
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of course the same can be said about a man… this is just a poem, i’m telling a story 🙂
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Well, it’s a beautiful story. And I love the imagery here. 🙂
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thank you for reading 🙂
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Unbelievable…
You also write everything in lower case…
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in a circle of defeat
we lose our souls
we decipher the essence
of life
In a moment of darkness
alone
on a tiled floor
i contemplated the need to live
and for a brief second
a nanosecond
i wanted to fly to you
because the fight here
is too lonely to bear
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that is beautiful! and yes, lower case for me, too 😉
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