Lines on paper
Lines of lies
Lines on your forhead
Lines of time
Scars written in blue ink
Signed with red wine
Burning my little self, my littleMe Mind
Scraps of Me
Ripped ON Old Paper
Manuscripts
Rewritten, Burn, Burn, Burned.
Lies
Lies Like
Crumpled pieces of you
All that you did
Only I knew
Candles lit, dripping at night
YOU ARE PAPER
I stop your rewrites here
Lies in the fire
Lies ancient, Lies new
Kindling. one, three, two
Memoirs of Time, Flickery, flick
In the flames you will go, blow blow below
One line at a time, one lie at a time, one lifetime blistered
by my Father of Crime.
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