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Untrue words,
untrue hearts..
thoughts and lives
torn apart.
how could the slip of one word
be the end of the world?
When my world was inside of..
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The withered fruit tree
hanging by its roots..
holding on for life,
the juice and luster
sucked dry.
Once vivid and lively
it holds no fruit..
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