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Jan 2014
Let me go through your mind,
Through the forests,
Through the times.
Let me collect all the pieces,
Unmask those secrets hidden in rhyme.
Like puzzle pieces to put into place,
Defined by irony, thoughts now lost in space.
You can't hide your hatred with lots of silk and pretty lace,
You can't run from yourself, it's a meaningless chase.
Lyz Elysian
Written by
Lyz Elysian  20/F/America
(20/F/America)   
589
   Jevaugn, Reece and James Jarrett
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