sins
like skunk
cannot be washed away
casualties
of truth
line the road
to redemption
truth
has a smell
a stench
that pervades
all lies
the scent of my lies
lilies
by the gravesite
of lost love
his body
buried
by the road
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
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