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Cheater, cheater,
Oh what an impostor,
You kiss her now,
While you hold the hands of
another.
Cheater, cheater,
When will this be over?
Will you ever get enough,
From those people whom you
colored somber?
Oh yes,
What a lovely cheater.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
