Sour History


Nothing betrays history as much as lies I will not open your book

I will not correspond please do not write to me

Do not arrange my travel as I will never arrive

Denial is as raw as the act itself

I will always see the dourness of your jewels

A guilty man will always admit his guilt

You sour your beauty with your lies

In the eyes of God history does not exist

 

 

 


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