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Dec 2018
Dry lips
Gnashing teeth;
All the words
that come out
of it
are lies,
His words
are dusky and
beasty-
there's rage
and no sign
of guilt
Like it was kept
for a long time,
His heart
is a dark
hidden sanctuary
with cast off
memories
and lifeless
moments;
He is a liar
To lie is what he's good at

Siin.li
Letters from Lia
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Letters from Lia  19/F/In the heart of poets
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