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Candy coated promises
are yesterday’s disease
Allure of turquoise paper
and dirt upon her knees.


Camouflaged love of lies
truth is such a waste,
His ink infects her smile
tattooed across her face.


She's a pretty little girl
whose stars refuse to shine,
October's falling leaves
dead branches over time.


Summer tells her secrets
of who she used to be,
Flashing back memories
too far away to see.


Wasted on a corner
her most beautiful decay,
Bruised by who she is
monkeys don’t obey.


She answers to an ugly rock
a vicious little stone,
Drowning in the deepest streets
broken Crystal cries alone.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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