If only the words you speak were true , as opposed to falsehoods & deceit for which you relentlessly seep, from the follicles that lay dormant inside the black crevices of you, I'd be we. What is love but a frail thing?
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The Muse
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after vision says: my poet, if we could be true love and life would be wonderful. |
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Miss_chaniel says: Dope 🔥 |
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RonnieL says: Impactful! |
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BlueDichotomy says: Thank you very much 🌒 |
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Sassy says: Truth and beauty |
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