Lies are hollow and never ring true, to the heart or mind.
With eyes you can't see what is within yet it's there.
Deep are the breaths of despair.
A charlatan riding the long lost train.
I don't know where it leads, neither do you.
Perhaps it best that way.
For ignorance is the bliss of another forgotten kiss.
Did you really mean it, maybe it shouldn't matter if you on past it.
Daily is deception, once in a life time is love.
Is it worth it? Pain in trades we barter for the compassionate soul.
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