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wicker wall, drinking cup
my darling, is this enough
is this enough
this place I stand, these white walls
wont fall down any time
soon. I write songs
That I cant sing
It takes me back to the place
I gew up.
I feel that we know each other
Well enough that you at least
owe me some honesty, so
What do you want?
These white walls, this TV
That sits on the floor, this
Sleeping bag and
These golf clubs stacked
Like enemy soliders by my
Solitary bed.
Is this what you want?
We've been a long time
Figuring this out
I have computer hands
I tread on rubber balls
Whichever way I turn.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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