Mocking
So moves the truth your way,
as it finds you in a decay
Lays my hand to your forehead
managing instead
Of relating a way so meager
and I regret
The fastens that stead
As I use my head
Your gears shift and will be read
As ingénue
I mock you behind your back
with God.

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