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tru. lie
From each dawn grows new light
New expectations, new fights
New wishes, no lonely nights
No stitches, no marks, no bites
The rays fall on my skin like mystique
The water splashes and washes off tragic
Thoughts am not nostalgic, its logic
That fate is a lie so perfectly strategic
Its breath calm, warm... geologic
Perfection... yes I do believe in magic.
© @simply_rick
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