Geography of Betrayal If life were a map And betrayal were a pinprick of blood It would rain blood in Sydney I would be Lady Macbeth in San Francisco And the Great Lakes would run red In White Rock At a place where five roads meet Blood would flow, red and thick, From a pretty little fountain Which marks where I died The first time They would find bloody footprints In West Point Grey And wonder how a computer at UBC Could weep red tears Mourning me a second time By Title By Chronology By Category
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