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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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