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i haven’t forgotten i was somewhere
when this all started
forming an alibi
from the myths
that surround innocence
like a fog
cloying
into all the fabric
lesion and sinew
leaving the odour of damp
the stink of wet
the fragrance of water
pooling
one drop at a time
in a washing away
of truth
in the white wash
of lie
in the foul taste
of loyalty
in the mouthing of the words

I

LOVE

YOU

the trial it rests upon
the jury

always out