I don't know which cloak to sweep on today.
I have already made you believe my goodness, my intelligence, my faith, my wealth. I wonder sometimes if there is a person left underneath the lies, i wouldn't know.
I haven't seen her in years.
If you see her, tell her I've stopped wondering.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
A Public Disguise
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