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Poison Lips
Tomorrow, for promise
Those Lips should never make.
I do not trust resolve,
And neither do I trust
The words these lips of mine make
At times I feel I can do better
Whatever better means and
Whatever takes, but sometimes I
I see myself in the mirrior, and I
Do not trust the Words
these lips make
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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