twenty eight

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"Why don't you sing anymore

Those twinkle twinkle rhymes? "

" cause the stars are dead "

Burring my soul somewhere

In pages of blue and red

Between love and lie

of mysteries and fakeness

that tie

within Evey soul of this planet

and I know no one is here

so, perfect

To listen to my bleeding rhymes

no one's perfect here

except some show and

fame wanting pride!


Suhanishayna

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