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Sordid Secrets
I am
Half torn
Gone.
A prayer said out loud
For the one
That never listens
Asleep I may have been,
Never once tripped
On my reluctant feet
With the morning I am awake,
In a bid to fathom
This phantom
Still I try
To untie
Knots of a sordid secret
A slice of time
For your crime
Tomorrow
Now,
Bed ridden
From your radioactive lies
I am
Wrong
Torn.
