Hypocrisy around…
YESTERDAY,
I CAME KNOCKING
AT YOUR DOORSTEPS
BRINGING THIS EMPTY CUP…
NOW,
I SEE YOUR –
TEARS FLOWING WITH
HYPOCRISY,
MOUTHS WERE OPEN
WITH NO WORDS,
AS I REST
IN THIS UNFILLED CORNER
MOTIONLESS…
COLD.
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