No Title This Time

Light creaking in
Leaves of grey dancing
At the confluence
Of alliteration and assonance
Reiterating lies
Morphing into truths
Knavery of nature
Playing in the naives
It’s ever perpetuating wantonness
Finding prevailing peace
Into sandals
With broken pieces of looking glass
©jeyforyou

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