crooks by Ian Ernzer
not what I say, it's what I do
every body knows their own truth
how it's just a battle,
all the same herd of cattle
crooked rhymes
mirror due time
I remember the night
the moon lost herself
wallowing behind the clouds
hiding from the guilt she felt
oh please don't dwell
on this delicate defeat
as silence sits around us as we speak
someplace along mission street
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