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by Rena Kermasha Warmth is such a simplicity Spoiled by crises of identity And what sometimes feels real Is no more than transparent appeal. Interests are kept from vesting When they seek perpetuity But I am a bigger reality Capable of violating your nothing. Your capsule of lies breaks And the other girl aches I stand to protect someone I hate By the denial of your own fate. The turning of a card is but a glimmer Of what I seek to make true When onto you I deliver The eternity I yearn to be for you. |
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