things I have been thinking about

Tell

It's time to tell the truth,
to total spook,
as if there were lying lead in my blood,
blue veins in my brain,
and I still have a very sore tooth,
from that constant biting wind.
I don't know where the hell it keeps blowing from.
I'd feel better if I told you,
but I can't,
and won't,
and you can never know.




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