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Every blink creates an illusion
somewhat like a dream
and every tear is crimson
stale words written without ink

The reasons are vague
much like the innocence of you

I lie, I cheat, and I bleed
to pierce my own numbness

Frailty seeks me with a gust of whispers
yes, I will never speak
for I forbid myself to look at you
with pitiful eyes

I am cold
I am insolent
like a death of a million petals…

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