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Quiet winds whisper,
Not all battles are your own —
Leave them to the storm.
Stay out of matters that aren't your business. 😊
Yes, I abetted
Albeit, not the sum of gelt
You know that's my heart.
Two voices speak loud,
Each truth holds half of the light,
Wisdom in balance.
Listen to the entire album
Quiet masks the beast,
Push me, and you'll meet the fangs—
Unseen wrath released.
She claims she's seen a pink cow,
And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how!
Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda,
She once sold moonlight in glass jars!
...But nope it's nonsense every time.
Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!
Making up stories
You stand tall
But your shadow is thin
A hollow echo of who you pretend to be.
Your words fall like brittle dry leaves--
Broken and empty.
Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.
A person who makes up stories and lies.
Speaks with wrong words,
Eyes gleam with borrowed insight—
Depth is just for show.
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