It took a while and yet is imperfect.
It is clear … but there are chinks
It would be easy to lose this vision
Get it all muddy and blurred
Like breath on a mirror
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ACID RAIN, Poetry by Cathy Hammer
Embellish it, boy, embellish it again. You can’t tell the truth you’ll lie over and over just to win. Don’t forget to tie your lies up with pretty little bows to make them just a little bit easier for me to swallow.
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