I was born for betrayal—
When my mother left me in the orphanage,
I invented love with strangers.
And if it wasn’t there, I made it be there,
until the crash, the revelation.
They say blues is three chords and the truth—
And poetry is long-lined lies and a deep dive
into the body’s costly river.
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