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L. J. Slaferek

L. J. Slaferek

What Lies In The Brackets?

The importance of a sentence is usually told in the sentence itself, whereas "extra" details are withheld in brackets, this poem is the exact opposite. The sentences are beautiful lies. The brackets are harsh truths and inherently of more import.

Written at 3:04 am on 05/12/2015.

© L.J. Slaferek

#Agony #Alone #Cold #Dark #Darkness #Death #Deception #Depression #Doom #Fear #Hidden #Hide #Insanity #Isolated #Lie #Lies #LonelyMadness #Mask #Night #Nightmare #Numb #Pain #Sad #Sadness #Shadow #Suicide #Terror

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