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Jan 2019
We can have conscience about it,
Our words are weirdly naked,
But not necessarily we believe in them.

You see me with another
and I feel the solemnly entrance of a dark sky
blending in with you
and you walk,
walk away,
far away of me.

Only us can see
the storm
coming
so i wonΒ΄t hide:
i m been destroyed by the truth lately

- A.
Written by
Pretend Poetry
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