i lay myself before you
in my finest dress
this cold embrace - it's welcome now
eyes sewn shut
lips are sealed
i take my secrets to this end
hypocrisy to the earth
let me seed and grow
let truth sprig to twig
then tree then bough
to leaf that falls
upon your lips
with truth
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
i lay myself before you
in my finest dress
this cold embrace - it's welcome now
eyes sewn shut
lips are sealed
i take my secrets to this end
hypocrisy to the earth
let me seed and grow
let truth sprig to twig
then tree then bough
to leaf that falls
upon your lips
with truth
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