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Truth's Existence - Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.
©2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Wiry promises through tinny phone lines fall rusted at my feet water to my ankles brushing past my knees, stopping air from meeting my nostrils engulfed in a sea of lies that never knew Truth’s existence And I wonder: how can Life sleep at night? Facebook Twitter Pinterest Tumblr Reddit Email Print