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Facade

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Changes had embraced,
Engulfed and swallowed.
Positive were negligible,
Negative were absolute.

Things turned sour, bitter.
Unrecognised, oh how it burnt.
Decomposed, ashed,
Remains were nothing but odour.

Beautiful it was.
Mesmerising and tempting for touch.
Yet it just withdraw with every advance,
Smirking as though a fool.

Angel, a demon in diguise.
Heart, a rock painted red.
None, as what it should be.
All, just a dream, an illusion.

Lied, battered, torn,
The clever learned.
Eyes closed, hands kept,
Submission to hell.

3:20 AM she's got style

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