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God himself is his best creation,
A delusion so sublime,
It's comfort in pain,
Deemed as a symphony of insane.
You had sunshine
In your eyes
but
I was looking
For the moon
(It's okay to fall out of love)
There's a monsters in my closet,
Staring from the shadows,
Long fingers on the frame,
Red gaze a peiceing flame,
Always watching,
Never acting,
Simply waiting in the dark.
secrets, secrets, secrets
one must not tell,
upon the horizon lies a mysterious girl,
seraphic.
or angelic i must say,
for what i’d do to make you come my way.
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