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Aug 2019
Lie
It fell from my lips
like a curse

death of truth

betrayal of trust

leaving a bad taste
that with time
would grow worse

feeding upon itself

it always does.
Nigdaw
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         Shiv Pratap Pal, kim, Luz, ---, --- and 6 others
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