i ' m - f i n e - i - p r o m i s e

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that lie fell from my lips

not to deceive you,

but to shield you

from my storms,

to pull a golden curtain 

of sunlight

over your inquisitive eyes

in a way that i hope

wasn't too blinding,

just enough to weakly exude

a gilded hollow

of the happiness

i once radiated,

so you don't have 

to see me

as only the ghost

of the girl

i was


love,

mari



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