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Life is a lovely lie. A lie that rolls of our tongues and slips through our butter fingers effortlessly A truth we hold dear kissing it with pale purple yellow lips A hard earn that might last as long as now or as long as ever. For the longest I've lived grateful for it. Grateful for the series of consequences of decisions my impulses decided. The lovely lie. For sinned I have and so explains you. Deepest regret and greatest joy all at one. Cursing on a sunday and cheating and lying. Frivolous desires fought for Between the lines rebellions stormed within the human silhouette. One of the hearts that beat to the rhythms of challenge That fills the thick red to shades across the spectrum of ecstasy. Harder against the tiled wall and marbled floor. Resting and riding under the dark night sky with scattered across twinkling stars And flickering lights of hope. Recklessness and coloured-hair streaks with naval piercings Fierce and raging flames of the forest fire within my hair A muddle of sweet and three dashes of bitter on the rocks and another shot of whiskey. Estranged sweat soaked nudes caught in the heat of the moment And perform theatricals under influences Moments of weakness and passions later Struck with anxiety and morning sickness A stinky prelude to transformation Sleepless nights and excruciating aches later
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Gratitude was tangible. The laughs and cries expressed with tiny little eyes. The strong grip of the dainty little fingers The softness of the delicate skin The sound of not my consistent breaths Thankful for the reckless youth and spontaneous self And all the lessons this journey has taught. This life I've lived.The life I've created and the life I've given A lovely lie that rolls of the tongue A truth held dear kissing pale purple lips Can I get a Hallelujah?
