; the lies in love.

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fakes.





the beatings
on my skin,
marks from
your anger,
tears my soul
apart in the
  lies you
concealed
behind those
luscious lips,
tearing my
clothes for
pleasure
yet so blind
to my pain in
my eyes.






faked.

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