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Jun 2014
He'll take a new shape
(you won't recognize him)
except his tongue will be forked
just like a snake
his eyes might be blue
or, perhaps they'll be brown
he'll say that he loves you
this time around.
He's into his power
(to keep you down)
he loves it when...
you cry like a clown.
He promises to make you
"a shooting star"
he'll lift up your hopes
that your dreams will go far.
He'll accuse you of things
that you would never do
because when he looks in the mirror...
he see's only you.
© 2014
TigerEyes
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TigerEyes  I live in my imagination
(I live in my imagination)   
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