Lies

Just a collection of poems about confessions, I guess.

Unglue me and loosen the lies
that are dipping in my blood.
These red-stained lies
are easiest to find. 

Unglue the old, 
dried mess 
this glue has left—
Pressing me falsely together

Like the forgotten 
Love Card, 
hidden,
in an empty drawer.

The End

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