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Confession

I make room

I make time

I make nothing but connection

 

You make reason

You make rhyme

I make nothing but exceptions

 

We make a fool out of me

and a hero out of you

So you are nothing but perfection

 

We make excuses

We make lies

But they are nothing but deceptions

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eva-encarnacion
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May 3, 2021
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Written Aug 2013, Titled May 2021

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