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B is for Lie Together [interlude two...]


Come with me.
Let’s lie together.
Your untruths and mine are similar.
You’ve-got-issues.
I’ve-got-issues.
These-sheets-are-new.
Let’s meet on common ground.

And who can judge us?
Who will tell us that we were wrong to be wrong together?
Wrong and strong forever.
Hands clasped together.
As we continue to lie together.

These tears, they pelt on the roof – stormy weather.
And I don’t know just what to do – final answer.
I go to sleep at night in white shirts,
Stained with the blood of bull sh-
NOT so loud!
Feelings not allowing.
Smile and wave and behave.
You know the crowd.
But... you know them too.
You know they tend to story.
And be quite contrary with their fingers still firmly placed in their ears
To cancel out their fears
But I’m done talking; at least tonight.
So if you like to touch, come home, alright?

Come with me.
Let’s lie together.
Your untruths and mine are similar.
You’ve-got-issues.
I’ve-got-issues.
These-sheets-are-new.
Let’s meet on common ground.

@ tracy j h
 08:07:2013

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