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Isabella
Either to swear, or not
The lies are a bad spot
Thanks, but thanks a lot
For your unfaithful effort
Isabella, remember, again
That love has fall in a drain
Not only nothing to gain
But also broke the brain
You believe all what you say
As a role of a daily play
Surely, will see some day
How much of love you deny
Wednesday 13th February 2019 3:31 pm
Deny
You deny the truth that you love.
You deny the truth that you’re insane.
You deny the truth that you’re murdering your inner self.
You deny the truth that you want the unthinkable,
cos you know you’re crazy
and you don’t mind.
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:58 am
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