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Driving with the windows down
Letting the wind do the favour
Of blowing my tears away
Looking at my rear view
Black rimmed eyeglasses
Coming in my kaleidoscope's way
Pulled up. Looked closely.
At that vandalized heart and hope
Nothing's really left to stay
Snatched my peace my dreams
And handed a dagger instead
With my own hands, my neck I slay
Too numb to fight now
You've succeeded in letting me down somehow
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Poetry❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
