The open sighted light that she has given me,
Eludes the most intellegent,
And bleeds the hate through me,
As she looks inside the glass,
She see's the lies inside,
Gives into power,
And all in all she hides,
The simplicity is agile,
The hate inside is real,
With all the wraths that she creates,
Those breeding sighs i feel,
I hate the closeness of us,
It makes me feel evil,
But all in all and through and through,
These wounds will never heal
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