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The words endlessly

                      flowing from

                                 her mouth

         and I

am sitting and listening

to all her lies

               and I’m not knowing

         whether or not

                    I even care

           Can I care?

               Is it all beyond me?

She’s flying thru clouds

                     and I’m sitting

back helplessly tied down

                 in my

           violent confusion

               a stage

                  of desperation

Thoughts of her fill

                       my restless night

           and all I know

                   comes

                       to pass

The white lies turn

                          black

and her mouth

        continues

              to flap

4/27/1986