Relentless tainted whispers
I heard and absorbed
because you held the authority.
Mishandled with blackened fingertips.
I don't agree. I never did.
Bare skinned and shredded knees
reveal a truth,
but, sadly, only to me.
I rewrite the notes and sing a new song.
My song, carrying full sails,
salt spray in my face and loft in my
dreams.
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| Cow Graveyard |
