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Poor damaged heart,
Got your tongue tied,
Walking blindfolded into cupid's house,
Knowing what you seek has forever disappear.
Rotten smile hasn't shade you,
From who you are,
But the wise tongue creates you to lie,
The blended past you share with whom
be your friend.
Eager to escape this fate, Blind fool,
Your path is clear,
Proceed in a circle if you wish not to end,
Open that close door that your mind sealed away,
perhaps the truth lye's with every word I say,
Golden light shines upon you from that of
whom deeply cares for you....
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