t.o. crow
Whisper me your lies,
let them disguise reality
with all their little bends and twists
until reality no longer for me exists.
Before we embrace and sweet salt taste,
Sing me a lover's lullabye
about sun and moon and starry skies.
Whisper me your lies . . .
about sun and moon and starry skies.
Whisper me your lies . . .
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