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Sep 2017
You should stop to smell the roses
I think they're starting to rot

Luckily, the stench of your lies
should hide any signs
of decomposition

Not that you've noticed death before
not even when you tore
my heart from my chest

Certainly not when you lied
and consequently died
in my eyes.
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     Wy, Lizzy Sharples, Rose and Suja Gunasegaran
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