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Night of illusions.
In the night of illusions
i start bleeding in the
poetry you used to sung,
tears start rhyming the
words of sword to prezzies
wounds of expections.
amour!! break me more
to taste the wounds
let my expectations
see the destiny once,
blinded by the reality
of love,
caged in my own
thoughts of choice
you shattered my soulless
soul once again.
© vichus