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May 2020
The truth is fire
The lies and water burn out my ire
You say things that aren't forgettable
The untruths I forget
As you look so cute
Being uncouth and all
My dead legs were fit in ripped denim
The pockets were hanging out
I said we should hang out
You lit a smoke and lay yet again
As I prowled that face of yours
It is so fair and truthful at first
I realize that lies aren't bad
The truth is just ugly
As it takes us all and engulfs
I didn't want yours
Neither do I care
About "true love"
I know it "waits"
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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