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Hailed as a hero to all That don't know him A harvestman, of porcelain Collective picture of me Identify & catch the fall Dealing in lies The joker has no hand No full house, empty pair Cards are for tricks Slight of hand, baffled eyes Desiccating words That dry my soul Spat out, shat out From my own mouth A truth? not unheard Shackled myself down Bound in false words Ironically , moronically Still have the key Locked solid within a frown Even a cactus flowers to show YOU, the beauty inside An ocean, not shallow pool Self improving, pretty mind Dull light, now aglow Something's are best reflected in your eyes, not your lies
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Not the Man I Used to Be
Hailed as a hero to all That don't know him A harvestman, of porcelain Collective picture of me Identify & catch the fall Dealing in lies The joker has no hand No full house, empty pair Cards are for tricks Slight of hand, baffled eyes Desiccating words That dry my soul Spat out, shat out From my own mouth A truth? not unheard Shackled myself down Bound in false words Ironically , moronically Still have the key Locked solid within a frown Even a cactus flowers to show YOU, the beauty inside An ocean, not shallow pool Self improving, pretty mind Dull light, now aglow Something's are best reflected in your eyes, not your lies
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jeff-teasdale
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
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