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Apr 2014
Your love was as fraudent as the season we call summer,
My tears were as true as the month of April
You said you loved me, and you lied.
I said I didn't love you, and I lied.
My lips couldn't bare to speak the truth, because your hands reeked of dirt,
The seasons changed and as did you.
Written by
Allania Berkey  New York
(New York)   
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