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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

My love, the poison
Both the cure
Struggles in my veins

I drank the world, in pain
Three days and its all hate
All blue, saturated

Fifty papers sold, in drain
Golden seat replaced in air tickets
No calls, no friends, home again

Whispers in owe, my golden debts
People, I give you my hate
Let me see, your inner face

My honesty, their difference
In judgement, who cares
One year, I shall wait

The pretty face, diamond dress
Smoking lies, poured ashes
All it haunts, their names

Insane, strange, liar like me
Paint it with colours, red
Hide your face, hide your face

Life in perfume, clouding high
Even if the sunlight, its all used to
Story gets old and my shoes too

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