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Let lies be told so I don't grow old on truth sewn be fold

Arms that once seemed so warm turn into the same Arms that alarm.

From gestures to words, to alarm bells.

To unbelieving and being taught the truth.

From loving a picture and not you.
Written by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
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Home was always In me
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