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WORST STORY TOLD
You came with sun and sand
Plans to build a sandcastle
Smooth and angelic hands
Gave this quiet Adam an apple

My faith labelled you an idol
My refuge for all my drama
A stencil to draw up Michael
Putting colour in my armour

However with sun comes shade
An unprecedented cold spot
I learnt how poker faces play
Offer highs and deliver drops

I learnt no picture is perfect
Even within a golden frame
Me, perfectly young to neglect
To you, Innocence is game

Simple targets can't be missed
But those targets can evolve
And with that tides will shift
Now your the worst story told

"Never judge neglect by its suit"





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