Monogram of the Apricot

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dedicated to Jo

People ask
What is it
But they don't know what they're asking
So I tell them little white lies
A monogram
The alphabet
I never say
The lines of the cosmos
The key to the earth
I never say
The words they spoke
And the stories they wrote
I wear the world on my arm
The lies they told about you
And the true things too
What she said was not okay
What he wrote is not on you
It's me
The beast and the beauty
The scar that is ugly
And the mark of hope
When she said those words I heard them
They were whispered on my skin
This bruise aches for the aches of the world
This brand glows for the glows of the heart
And that is what I never say
And why I tell them little white lies
They are the same besides
As the little black lines
The soul of me and you
This tattoo

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