Write With The Pen In Your Mouth.

Be honest with me when I ask
if she's who he adores.
I can't help but feel like I
have heard this all before.

The life I live; the story that's been
told a thousand times.
It's written in a catacomb
On walls of stone and lime.

The hourglass which poured its sand
and etched out every rhyme;
It's broken now, it's on a shelf,
And hidden in my mind.

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