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Tired of whispers
that attack
from the shadows,
arms reaching out
from dark spaces,
pulling me in
with cruel words
from a mean heart,
lies that linger
in the air,
evidence of your
though no one
would ever guess
that you were the one
orchestrating this mess,
unless of course
they knew you too
and were aware
that you are quite adept
at adopting innocence,
playing the role
of the victim
as though you really
were one

But, I no longer
wish to dwell
on hurt and hate
and jealousy
I’ll push those thoughts
out to sea
and ride the tides
that change overnight,
sweeping water
and words
under the bridge
as I coast on through
with no thought
of you

Breath_words© 1/20/2016

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