Friday, 13 September 2013


They are taking it down slowly
In pieces so small
Just fragments
Collateral damage
The pin prick in your fine film

Until it spreads

Hidden beneath the doubler
You wear like a mask
A patch to hid the lie

But you have eroded
Cracks radiating off in all directions
There will come a time
For breaking point

When you fall from the skies

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