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Painful Lies
Covered with dust.
Underneath me,
Within me,
Truth wants to escape,
Yet lie does not let go.
Flee away like a bee,
Hovering over the flowers,
Smelling it's essence ,
To make it tasteless,
A bundle of painful lies.
Around the nectar,
In the roots,all over the leaves,
Still grows a flower,
Weak and painful.
Withers away like the wind,
Leaving behind no trace,
Leaving behind no lies.
© ara_momi124
Underneath me,
Within me,
Truth wants to escape,
Yet lie does not let go.
Flee away like a bee,
Hovering over the flowers,
Smelling it's essence ,
To make it tasteless,
A bundle of painful lies.
Around the nectar,
In the roots,all over the leaves,
Still grows a flower,
Weak and painful.
Withers away like the wind,
Leaving behind no trace,
Leaving behind no lies.
© ara_momi124
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