The Imbalance of Honesty
I was led to believe that inner beauty speaks volumes.
But chapter by chapter i am inclined to regret my hard reading.
The time has been worn down with cheap adaptations.
Furthering my belief that the past i should have no recollection.
She became tepid with her second hand emotions.
Sullen in voice yet destructive with sedation.
Page by page a new revelation.
The imbalance of honesty is sought for translation.
The binding may hold rigid standing to attention.
But its contents lack substance.
All questions but no answers.....
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