i Will & Eye Give
>I talk but this mirror in my mouth
>>I could have been content with London and the Shins
>>>(in another life I'm sure I was)
>>>>if I hadn't bit my tongue that morning
>>>>>and thought the metaphor significant in March two-thousand nine
Red and orange and yellow and gold in my hair
>for the prettiest, for sure, and I'm sold
>>I once had thought that I couldn't be bought
>>>just the kind of lie I'd tell myself
>>>>with polygraph foresight across a few dozen calendar pages
>>>>>>I outsmarted myself & we both survived
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