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11/23/18
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She sleeps
And he wonders
As he presses his lips to hers
If she will wake.
She slumbers
And they hope
That his love
Isn't fake.
She rests
As he assures them
His feelings
Are real.
She wakes
But is frozen
At the deceit in his heart.
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Neon
Random(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
