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Apr 2021
It's night time again.
I'm waiting for your lies.
It's a pity I'm addicted to it.

The weather is cool.
The perfect weather you usually tell your lies.
Alone in the isolated place you called our garden.

You're full of lies.
Lies on lies, lies under lies
Lies before lies, lies under lies.
Written by
Ace  17/F/Nigeria
(17/F/Nigeria)   
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