Incessant lies

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the whole thing was a lie

same with a sad movies back to life

assemble your word that needs to be pardon

the copy of all your lies on a clear carbon

your profound stare is far from reality

the truth behind this happiness is a bag of melancholy

you used the color made from murk

blindness in the drizzle of a heavy rayless drop

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