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Mar 2019
Changes my heart makes
without the approval of my head
from one to the next, not much thought

It's like a wicked game
giving all the love away
with not much left at the end

Always the same narrative
the same story
easily changing the players
without being sorry

Truly vile
the heart loves telling those lies
I try to control it
but it always leads to my downfall
Gala
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Gala  19/F
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