Oriana Raeo
Think About It. Think Again.
Save the date, forget the place, end this nowNote the time, flip the pagesWhy should I wash my hands of what others have done?The sky will darken with spent cries left for deadWe all hate to see the truthBut we all love to imagine our ownAnd when our time stops where will we rest?I tried to translate my visions to something tangibleThe fading sound of my thoughts getting harder and harder to recognizeThe landscape is blurred with your liesWhat is there to say in a moment like this?Identity is what I can no longer stand to holdPortraits of detachmentMorals of misfortuneThings are still the sameBut cast in a new lightOr perhaps an absence of I create my own form of distractionNo one is made for thisOr at least they shouldn't be
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