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Sep 2015
Your lips never looked so beautiful,
Until moments truths exited with a twist,
When corners smirked,
Smiles exited,
and your voice flowed free.
Every indication that I could believe you,
I hated how I craved honesty,
Until I understood,
I hate the way you lie,
But I could never hate you.
Poetic Artiste
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Poetic Artiste  32/F/Boston
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