Open House
My secrets cry alone
I have no need for tongue
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely open.
An epic of my eyes
My love with no disguise
My truths all are free known
This anguish self-reraled.
I'm naked to the bone;
Myself is what I wear
I keep the spirit spare
THe anger will endure.
The dead will speak the truth
In lanuage srict and pure
I stop the lying mouth
Rage warps my dearest cry
To witness agony.
I have no need for tongue
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely open.
An epic of my eyes
My love with no disguise
My truths all are free known
This anguish self-reraled.
I'm naked to the bone;
Myself is what I wear
I keep the spirit spare
THe anger will endure.
The dead will speak the truth
In lanuage srict and pure
I stop the lying mouth
Rage warps my dearest cry
To witness agony.
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