Fold After Woven Fold – Unhinged Poem

Woven within,

broken beneath,

lost choirs,

stories never told,

blind hallucination,

pale eyes,

we’re stuck inside,

walls our only comfort,

the intention was intended,

the separatism wasn’t,

we take shape,

lies become truth,

I let you go,

when you saw the real me,

when you saw behind…

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