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May 2012
It swirls into my mind,
Whispering forbidden songs.
The mist of deceit settle upon me
Like fog over a lake after a warm summer day.
I see the cracks in your story,
But ignore them:
Look over,
Move on.
Your web of lies has ensnared me:
a cocoon of ignorance.
I could break free,
But I like it here.
It's easy.
I settle in,
While a small part,
Deep inside,
Fights on.
Written by
Katelyn Hill
465
   Megan Hoagland and Damaged
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