I'm so much of what you say is true.
But inside you can't see through
All the soaked skin and the dirt
And the thousand dead names
Pouring from my lips like livid
Hatred, now covering my face.
The flowers in my eyes,
You can't see through the hair
In my face, either.
And the smile in my eyes
Is hidden under dark glass
And quip remarks.
I had a thought once
And I'm living it now. |
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