It's all fine to say, under the Hollywood lights... I don't feel like the world collided with my deepest dreams, of being seen and loved. Belonging and at home inside of our love.
What if...
I am only just living a beautifully shot cover story?
Glitches are flicking centre screen...
My eyes or the story.
Who's to know but God.
Cover Story's are for a lost heart.
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