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Your lies tasted bitter liquorice,
Your promises were vague politeness,
Your truth was a woven art of craftiness,
Your words a churn of dust,
It burnt in the fire,
Of your hatred.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
