November 13, 2007
liar, liar
you seem to be made of fire
using your words like kerosene
brother, brother
so lost without your mother
kneeling in prayer between the leaves
daughter, daughter
so fluid and clear like water
holding my hand and laughing with me
lover, lover
your kiss is like no other
in your palm I dance and dream

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