pub. on Sep 22, 2009
 
My True Love, - False Prophet
Forked tongue
Hissing lies
Hushed room
Full with spies – a-spying,
You hold out the hearth
Take it back
I will live with
All I lack – and am lacking.
Nothingness screeches
Walls shake
Womb of echoes.
Won’t break – but I'm breaking.
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