Quote me not
For my words
Have hidden meaning
So search high and low
For my whispers
Jagged around the edges
A map to a treasure
You can only see in the right light
Turn and twist me
Until every sentence is a prism
Fracturing and breaking apart
And you find the significance
In a quiet room
So don’t plagiarize my truth
For glamour or fame
They are not really as beautiful
As the curve of my mouth
Harsh every syllable
A backlash from an outcast
So quote me not
For I will show you a dead end
Instead of a clear path


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