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Apr 2016
After a while,
The motions become robotic,
The smile naturally puts itself on,
The words slip off,
My lying tongue,
As if they were the truth.
Written by
Lost Poet  I don't even know anymore
(I don't even know anymore)   
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   Amethyst Fyre
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