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The most beautiful lie has ended my memory
It drowned in silence a love full of sins Your idea of togetherness had no eternity to it Your shadow and the marks of your feet Lay abandoned to misery behind a bolted gate And I was perfect for a second Hanged by the beauty of your words… They still breathe in the story of my life It was so lovely… my hedonistic nature settled For this kind of beauty that made the soul surrender To all the pain of friendless sheets of night I’ve never finished with you no matter the loneliness Your lies embedded in my soul but now… I have forsaken Your face, the addictive feel of your kisses start melting My lovely memories of you except for your repulsive lies
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