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I've buried my sobs in the soil

And watched a twist of weeds

Sprout in its place.

It's the fire of a liar

Whose burn cannot be inverted.



A tangle of fabrications

Walks in disarray

To haphazard destinations.

It was all

Mi-sce-lla-ne... US

I'm sorry...



I apologize

From the top of a skyscraper.

Closer to my maker

But only in theory...