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Lost in the repeated phrases,
candy-coloured, I sail
in a sea of inordinate words,
where the echo of time doesn't reach attachment.
Periphrasis of unlikely gusts,
whisper promises of withered dreams,
they slip in between laughter, or subtle smiles,
weaving deceptions, like old myths.
They discredit pain, they disguise it,
truths are shadows that no one sees,
in the depths of the soul, sorrows embrace,
and silence is a cry that dares not be.
Words are sweet, but bitter in essence,
drowning out the cries of a tender heart,
they disturb the calm, they unleash offence,
like a storm, like an eternal winter.