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Hearsay
The hearsay is here to stay
It’s vibrates off the ear drum like white noise
It sounds like a windup, toy T-rex
It whispers, Why do you even try?
It screams, You have nothing left
It eats through your peaceful dreams
It destroys your sense of self
We have a toxic love affair with rumors
We buy into them
With no means to support their existence
We polish them when the shine gets dull
We keep them in trunks
And closet spaces the world never sees
Logged deep in a hurt soul
They dangle in the wind
They float in the roaring sea
They roam the never-ending wood
As one of the wolf pack
Love always, Esha ❤
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