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Sweet Lies

Sweet Lies

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I surf on the turbulent waves of your lies;

The giant Archaeopteryx,

The wingspan extending from,

My happiness to gloom.

I would rather prefer to sleep fossilized,

But you wake me from my primitive sleep.

The dream catcher above my cradle flutters.

I seek you evil spirit.

You hide me in the folds of your lies,

I know no other world.


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