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Arianna Williams Poem
To know the silence, no false witness can contest to a bitter truth.
To hear the silence feelings can't coexist, but bury the leech into the skin.
Eat at the flesh may you or die with the silence of nothing or die if there be no say so.
To trust the silence spare no greater detail of structured torment and lie still within dull armour and know the silence of no protection. Suckle loathsome.
To know the silence of love,thy know thy brother hate. Silence can challenge hate, but hate shall not fathom the nature of silence.
To know the silence
To know the silence
To know the silence
Copyright © Arianna Williams | Year Posted 2015
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Arianna Williams Poem
My soul was not cheap, nor could it stands a price. But who am I in the eye of the salesman? Just another piece of merchandise or the item that keeps business afloat ? Am i no asset or fair trade or legitimate swap. Could the presence of a receipt determine a returned destiny? Was a flaw discovered within my design, lacking perfection, but conquering imperfections or perhaps my season had come to an end? What hanger shall I rest upon? Will I be masked and covenant inside a basket of damaged goods or tossed on a rack labeled clearance, where I am doomed by the hands of greed and Black Friday creeps. If no sale is made where will this soul go? You see my life is like yours and your life be of mine, transaction complete.
Copyright © Arianna Williams | Year Posted 2015
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