we say
things we don't mean.
we lie
to ourselves.
go against our nature.
protecting
hearts
and minds from the grief
we dole out.
ours and theirs. we
deceive and deflect.
defend
the sand we stand on.
we go nowhere
with this game.
round round and we go
on this carousel with stiff
horses,
plastic and faded,
melted.
never truly galloping
in the sun
across the open fields,
free and honest.
true.
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