~ HONEST TO GOD ~
william pauley III
At times we feel as hollow as the bones of a bird
As empty as the midnight matinee
As twisted as a vine
As barricaded as a crime scene
As lonely as the night
At times we feel as loved as the moon
As missed as a soldier
As bold as a mountain
As held as a glove
As lucky as a clover
The balance keeps us sane.
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