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Lie ..

Suppose I lied all,

All our smiles were fake.

All the vows you made

are nonexistent.

Suppose all our walks

were merely walks.

The bower we made

is a hoax.

Forget about me..

Can you console yourself ?

◄ Sick of

The Desire ►

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