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Like flies,
the lies,
buzz.
Laying in bed,
my head,
hurts.
I pray,
about the day,
Jesus.
How I need you,
it’s true,
to fight.
For me,
you agree,
to set free.
One lasting lie,
like a spy,
nags.
“Suffering,
forever buffering,
endless.”
But it won’t last,
soul, aghast,
hold tight.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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