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LO! WITHERED TRUTH
from TABLOID
by Calliope by Calliope
Lo! Amative words falling on the ground, swish swish swish—its sound— grew bigger, bitter, and sour, those withered truths, flowered.
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Lo! Amiable feedback for how so bright, yet actions were not right, felt angsty to leave behind, what can I do—power—isn’t mine.
Lo! Able to maneuver “be better!” a reminder, forever and ever to move forward is an option under a perfidious person.
Lo! Assertiveness, without shadow of doubt— hole of a needle seriously is out, shame no room, tears, can’t shout, grow up and stop that pout.
Lo! Apate, certainly is your resemblance, Aletheia, not a chance, Shh shh shh—enthralled— to those withered truths, flowered.
