Obscure


The taste of copper
From a tongue oft’ bitten
To hold back the words
I’ve already said

Again holding back
These sentiments unwritten
Hold fast to farce
Of a hope long dead

There are glimmers
Shades and genuflections in the dark
Speaking untruths and truths
That seems quite strained

Against a tainted white
The fester lingers, embarks

Obscuring truths and untruths
Already quite stained

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