a broken trail of rotted crumbs was what i followed
leading to your golden bed too good to be truth
it all began with that voice i heard beautifully harmonious
when i realized wicked lies came from your poet’s lips
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words less spoken 
Bam! Fantastic.
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Thank you friend 🧡
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