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The voice that repeats such lies
echoes in my head
thundering unceasingly
like the boom of pain
that empty words can inflict
like salt on an open wound
yet under the guise
of a meaningful smile
tears that wash away
deceit and cunning glances,
the heart believes the
tainted notes of that harp
that come from you
like poison arrows
should i eat your bitter fruit
hoping that with enough attempts
just one shall fall upon me sweet?
shall i carry your burdens still
hoping that you shall see
my intentions for you are true?
or should eyes go past mask of malice
and make my heart brave enough
to turn and run?

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