Mexican music and a heavy heart
Slits of light through the blinds
In a dark room. Contradict.
Mess of mind mess of time mess
Puzzle pieces shroud the floor
Grey paint splattered your heart
There’s deceit in the corners
Of every little space here
Trust in every little wrong thing
The beat of music contradicts
The beat of sullen hearts
To trust? I refuse it.
Deceit is the demise of me
The vagueness of the shadows
In the room. I distrust.
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