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Jul 2018
I feel honeyed lies coat my tongue

And I lick my lips, hungry for more

Where is my guidance?

Where is my reward?

There is no saviour

Only salvation

But when the path crumbles with every heavy step

How can I see the light with your fluorescent haze burning my eyes?
Written by
El  21/F/London
(21/F/London)   
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