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Sirens

June 7, 2023
By Anonymous

Who to turn to?
Who to flee to?
Who is my harbor?
All these fork-tongued sirens.

Lies as pretty as sirens,
Flowing as fast as rivers,
Clover my eyes,
Warm lies for my solace.

Who wields the sword?
Who’s my shield?
Am I in the palm of your hand?
Ah, my back hurts.

Thorn or bud,
How do I tell?
My eyes are shut,
With your pretty lies.

Should I soar or sit,
Did I tie myself to you,
Or do you wield my leash,
My hands are burning.

I can’t hear the truth,
Don’t want to feel the icy truth,
Tell me another one,
I’m drunk on your cordial lies.



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