Shoveling the dirt
That I used to cover
Up lies and hurt
That made him suffer
I, laying with another
I'm recreating the form of bedding
To reclaim how we loved
My misfortune indecent and upsetting
I must return us to us
Not a division of one to one
Tossing deceit on the terrain
I soiled all emotional constraint
Tossed a powerful love away
Now there's nothing to retain
How do I explain?
No words fit the incident
I made my bed and here I lie
All my baggage of cares to go into it
I couldn't lose enough care to lie
Losing us, I lost you, lost me, feels best to die. TeeTee
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