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May we skip the lip smacking games?
No? Then change your answers
I know it well
Save your face and see me sin
Let my faults flow
Just one
And make it grow
Find one more and make thousands
Wear it proud like beds of garlands
Pick it fresh from your eyes
An endless shade of sapphire skies
Then smile that fake smile
It got you so far per mile
I'd walk this sharp blood drenched edge
As she shatters each broken pledge
He'd reach the tip
The tip... the tip... the tip...
As she reach the end of lies
Then slip.
Sorry, Too Late
I thought your view was offensive as in fighting every notion to keep it aligned with your totally dominant view of the world. I like one-sided views. I embrace them! Clarity happens that way. Offensive? Most poets are apologists and defensive. ;D ~~A~~