All
these people seem the same
They
hug, they flatter and they kiss,
Say
how much you’ve been missed
But
I don’t think they’re real
I
don’t think they can feel
Accepting
accolades is their game
They
host charities and claim to care
But
they are full of hot air
Their
eyes see in, not out
They
know not what life is about
Empty
Temples
Empty
Temples
Tear
your soul
Empty
Temples
Empty
Temples
Never
feel whole
Mitchell
Plumlee ( c ) 2015
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