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Oct 2011
Your windowed soul
speaks leagues of numbered
tears as your heart beats beats beats,
and the tint of your eyes
shows the truth of your lies,
every time your half-crooked smile
hides the words that you speak speak speak.
Copyright © Christopher Tolleson
Christopher Tolleson
Written by
Christopher Tolleson  Arkansas
(Arkansas)   
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