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The Lie

Pulling me closer,
locking lips.
I try to forget the past
not daring to open eyes,
it might make me revisit the lies
 
You pushed me away
till I was scared to share a room.
You ran away
without telling why
what if it's all - again a lie
 
All efforts to come closer
is not your style.
Your promise that it's true
makes me let out a tired sigh
I have no strength to face a lie

◄ The new age terror

Joyful Stones ►

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