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batting eyelashes
twisted apologies
mangled veins
and hearts and brains
"teach me a new song"
they sing, so eagerly
but it doesn't come this easily;
first you must wash away the dirt
from the strings of the heart
and then clear the dusty clouds
from the busy brain
remove the tangled lies
from the insincere apologies
and leave the batting eyelashes
for the careless and deceitful
at last, you have found
for what you so deeply longed
but... do you remember what it was?