Thursday, May 3, 2018

I try to see the beautiful
I try to see light in dark places
Even as much as words seem true, the snake coils around its pray. 
People take advantage of your kindness almost as a game,
But still it was my choice and still it all remains the same.
You slither. You coil. You hide away.
You are an illusion.

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