Mid july,
I hear the feeble whispers of your twisted lies
Blurred visions and teary eyes
Gazing at the same moon every nightI desperately wished for you,
For you,
To be the antidote to my cyanideI wish i lived the poetry i didn't write.
﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒. 🎶🎶🎶 .﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒
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