Fragmented portions of false truths. 
Cluttering. Imaginary. 
Too loud, like a brassy trumpet yelling in my ear. 
Yet still too distant to make a sound.


poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017
daily prompt: Imaginary Brassy Portion Distant
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