novembro 08, 2023

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 these words you love so much to read 

they're so sharp in someone's evil tongue 


nothing prepares you well enough to shield up 

to keep your shield up all the times


so you crumble like sand castles 

like fairytales in the morning light


you fade away untill all that's left of you

is dust 


flying around

lost everywhere


only dust 

you're just dust

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