you are not lying
but you aren't telling the truth either.
must I fall? spilling the pieces inside of me
as Black Friday shoppers rush to pick them up.
I want to tell them
they are only buttons, noise makers, candy,
scraps of ideas, long treasured dreams
and maybe some pocket lint.
they shouldn't waste their time
they'll soon grow tired.
you won't speak
I won't speak
the world won't speak
and I will fall apart
until I have nothing left.
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