a small white
lie
falls from
your lips,
it seems harmless.
like a snowflake
first
out of a cloud.
hardly matters,
as it melts
against
the ground,
but it's what
follows
that keeps you
in dark,
hip deep in
more flakes
gathered together
as one,
snow bound.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
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