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I here your call
I hear your name
I always fall
For your games
I hear your words
I hear them clear
Wings like birds
They fly from here
No more will I listen
Stories you tell
Insecurities eyes glisten
And so alarm bells
No more, no more
I don’t believe
In fantasies law
In which you see…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on August 2, 2013
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