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mon petit lapin
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Oh little liar, how drunk I became on thee...
Tongues & tales and sad farewells
grips and lips and poison sips
choked
indulgence ripped me in two
opposing sides slipping through
a dirty window with no view
no little liar , not even of you
willfully blind
behold the perpetual fall from grace
your smell, your colors your taste
festered & scream of profane haste
merciful
surge of clarity
purge the hilarity
of your faux familiarity
goodbye
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