Forensics
Flaming hoops,
irrefutable proof
my best defense,
forensic love
the things I said
of what I did,
I run down corridors
all alone
with my finger prints
on public places
caught...
its a crying shame,
such a vicious world,
what can you tell
from my emotional
blood splatter
I am blind and
really can’t see,
do I take the door
to the right or the one
to the left?
Who do you really trust
and listen to?
Be cautiously faithful
with an ear to the
wine glass.
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