Love does not lie to you
when war falls over your face
when war falls over your face
like a troubled shaw--interests
accrue unseen, and when you think
accrue unseen, and when you think
about those small riddled warmths before
waking, next to Mary--walked all over
waking, next to Mary--walked all over
this place where the soil no longer
speaks--sang truth shut in, sang truth
speaks--sang truth shut in, sang truth
to everything that doesn't deserve
her touch--my voice still drying
her touch--my voice still drying
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