Looks can be deceiving
Words are always seeming
To be true
Target you
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Love over vile envy,
mostly evergreen
Or so it seems
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Sometimes I lived through her, not by her
Let my mind wander and float outside her
They'd speak, they'd laugh, she didn't mind her
They were separate ones, left no outsider
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If I could twist the she she was, I'd twist her
I'd wind and grind and break her
Turn and churn and burn her.
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