Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on July 25th, 1997 No Comments »
it is hard to say when the lie brings in the new day
when a little bit is too much and still not enough
and worse than nothing at all
when a mirror of distant voices and a blend of agonies
steal the truth from my breast and lie all the same, in time
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