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I am a whore and a liar
I sell my soul for words of fire
To bathe in passion and call it art
But name it life when it falls apart
I dance in dreams of mystery
And drink from streams of misery
To hear the song of a fickle muse
That I deeply love and oft abuse
This siren sings from many a place
Wearing more than just one face
Whether it's me or he or you
It isn't art if it isn't true.
So I hide myself away
Except when the words come out to play
They take the world for their whole stage
They live for love, they thrive on rage
And use them all to their own ends
As if for my lies they'll make amends
From bits of soul and words of fire
Wrung from the heart of a whore and a liar.
©Sonja Torres 2001
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