Tainted Offering
The guitar I play
does not sound surreal,
my voice angelic.
Whatever heart is in me
beats its own path,
While my feet carry me
down dark alleys where
my eyes seek distraction.
Still, I give what I am.
January 8, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand
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