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May 2020
Under the yellow moon,
WeΒ Β spent together
Half baked lies,
Crusted
In tasty deceit.
Moans of
Beautiful hurts,
Neatly stabbed,
In words of naivety
Painted ironically.
Illusions fade!
Mind sobs.
We spent together
Lies
Under the yellow moon.
Once again to all those who had thier trust broken
arthur samuel papa
Written by
arthur samuel papa  22/M/Ghana
(22/M/Ghana)   
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