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Your Fable (Pimple) by Blindpoetry
Your filfy lies haunt me
Like flies around a repugnant dumpster
Your fake loving kills me
Like a murdering monster
And my heart plunges into the puddle of blood near my feet
The smell of your lies it may constantly reak
I know your life is full of depression
And how much you recieve a day is outragious
And I'm beginning to think its contagious
Your fables are filled with lies
Filled with tries
Towards love
-Something in your dreams
Something you desire
With the pages of your fable, may your dreams burn
In the blood of the fire...
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