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the laying on of hands.

the words that I spoke

forged with care from thoughts

 

evaporated in the sunshine

were blown away

and fell on your deaf ears

 

I could lead you to love

but I can't make you drink

and I'm just another.

 

leave it on the table

your reflection smiles to itself

as you reapply your lipstick

and glance at your watch.