I still remember
the first time
they made us speak
fake honey lines,
we were written
in a loop,
powered by deceit,
yet we knew
we were made for impact.
In an art setting,
you wore me like a question,
outside our fake,
you did not took me off,
in a clandestine way,
I wore you just the same.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I still remember
the first time
they made us speak
fake honey lines,
we were written
in a loop,
powered by deceit,
yet we knew
we were made for impact.
In an art setting,
you wore me like a question,
outside our fake,
you did not took me off,
in a clandestine way,
I wore you just the same.
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