You toss your fringe back
wiping your tears off your shirt
Tattered perfect grace
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She strides out so strong
unconfident conviction
imbuing her step
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Life is but a game
With rules, fools, tools everlasting
Won't you play with me?
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When lips meet again
they whisper how do you do
never forgetting
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Perfection is flawed
Her tears never let her know
drowning out the truth
Am I getting better?
I hope so. :/
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