4.5.09

It is written (10.1.01)

It is written


Do you think I’m blind, find

Under your bed

The truth


Written like a manuscript

Over your face, I’m

No sleuth


Mind over matter

Guilt can be scattered

All over in a flash

Dash

Gone


But the real is hiding

Lying, abiding

And the pain

Waits all

Alone.


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