I am two miles from the sun. Two miles from combusting. Two bloody miles from being consumed. My anger hides, but I know its colour.
White.
Not righteous or holy.
White.
The same perverted white in your spit-laced words. The same white your eyes lie with, the same white your lips conceal as they open and close, start and end, lie after lie. I have heard many white lies, sealed and delivered in a promise and a smile. I promise to wisen up.
Two miles from the sun, blood boils and I am livid.
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Beautiful description! Love it. like poetry
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