samer manzoor


Hypocrites (you and me)

Yes my cries are not much louder than you
Yes my tears are not flawy like you
There's a beauty in your bodies that I can't own
There's a glamour in your soul that I can't owe
Your voice have pitch that blazed the globe
Your blood have power to shake the lobe
There's a torn reality of my propagated past

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