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Apr 2020

for the make-believe
world you spun around me
infected with webs of lies,
seeping with the decay
of our own insecurities.

yet the sad thing
is I believed you were
my beautiful Guardian
Angel dressed as Satan.

Written by
blackbiird  27/F/A happy place.
(27/F/A happy place.)   
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