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The Open Man

The Open Man
There’s a man with a hole that goes straight through his soul and it’s open for all to see. Just ask and he’ll tell every joy, every hell, and how it all came to be. He will tell you unbidden; no secret is hidden; and he’ll speak with a gleam in his eyes But he hides in the shells of the stories he tells; each story a cunning disguise. It’s easy to heal when all that you feel is bared like a page in a book, but the depth of a hole in a broken man’s soul depends on how deeply you look. Each story’s a mask with the ultimate task of hiding the tears at the seams. Tears in the heart are bad for a start but there’s nothing like tears in your dreams. Like this: Like Loading...

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