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Sunday, 22 March 2015

Sometimes We Choose

And then sometimes 
We just choose badly
Choose pretty shiny, 
Choose a well turned phrase
Over constancy, 
Over depth, 
Over truth

Sometimes 
We are just too easily 
Seduced

I walk away a lot
I walk a lot
My feet have charms
Embedded in their soles

Diamonds sparkle like
Brilliant stars against
A dark black night

Each step I take 
Is an incantation

Sometimes I weave magic 
To bring me closer to you
Sometimes I pray to every 
God and Deity and Demon
I know to please let me go

And them sometimes
I just choose very badly
Choose pretty shiny
Choose a well turned phrase


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