Why do I at all claim that I love you?
Mean, afraid, lost are my adjectives
My punctuations, all centered around me
Create my bubble, and mirages set me free!
I mould my clay and burn my effigies
I wish to be freed from my own petri-dish.
And then I keep singing that I love you
My poems are lies, and I always knew!
Mean, afraid, lost are my adjectives
My punctuations, all centered around me
Create my bubble, and mirages set me free!
I mould my clay and burn my effigies
I wish to be freed from my own petri-dish.
And then I keep singing that I love you
My poems are lies, and I always knew!
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