Beautiful Lies
A moment to moment
question of chance,
Or a preconceived notion
unzipping my pants.
Tell me again,
that lie that i believe.
Tell me it's June,
on all hallows eve.
Maybe it's the way you leave me,
all tethered for return.
Maybe it's the way you fall out;
your sexy crash and burn.
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