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Mardas

Published: Dec 11, 2010

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She smiles... Like a rogue damsel.
Her marks, like mine.
Left alone, to lie.

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Her soothe... Inside the mind...
Forced-in-through... Lies...
Like a small, lone, child...

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The love... It quickly passes.
Kinda like mine...
It's forced in through lies...

And we're low...

So alone...

We lie...

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This is about my aunt who is a compulsive liar and a fraud with her love; but in some ways I feel like her, I feel like her in my deception, I feel like I can't feel the feeling of innocent love.

The constant dots are because it's a slow poem, very slow... Kind of singing it actually.

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