I am a compulsive liar and a saint,
below a bed of umber sleep and roses.
The lush green fields sleep but roses don’t,
I’ve thought about the heavy weight of hunger.
I think about the heavy weight of hunger,
beyond veins and roots tethering.
Barefoot, I walk where roots are tethering,
I’ve realized, deep down humans are shallow.
Eyes are stern but breath comes in shallow gasps,
I won’t apologize for stardust in bones.
I won’t apologize for stardust in bones,
Even if I’m bare, exposed and vulnerable.
It pains me sometimes to be vulnerable,
I am a compulsive liar and a saint.
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