In truth there is no such thing as truth
there is such a thing as lies, many of them
and then there is the heart
I creep under the pillow of sorrow and weep
I shiver at the thought of my solitary way
And meanwhile I see stars, I think I am dizzy
At streetlevel, downstairs work is going on
noise, delicious, noise
the humming of the world as it turns in oblivion
Teller
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