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Feb 2018
Slyly I lie quietly to them all, silent safezone inside
    Utmost untrue toast to take place with platitudes
    I hide behind pale eyes, sigh not cry then smile
    Can't keep calling myself a saint saying specious statements
    Igenuous ignorance envelops the room, reeling and red
    Deep down diving, striving to tell the truth, trying
   Eventually everyone will see through me
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Savannah
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