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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

This Belief

I don't know anything at all.
I'll make my truth
the truth
you have written on the wall.

Take charge of my
vulnerability
Hold my hand
Lead me on or
Drive us both off
the cliff.

I'll burn with the anger
you seeded my heart with
I'll make myself hoarse
with the words you taught me to speak.

And as I raise my arms
along with yours
I'll do it with your reason because...

...I don't know anything at all
My truth is the truth
you have painted on the wall.
you are in charge
of my weakness.
There is no strength
for me
and, because whatever you do

I have no other choice
but to believe you.

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