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Date Added: May 15, 2016 23:05:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The way back it worked 
the pretention, 
the parthenogenesis. 

Now we are lying 
without any affair, in self-deception. 
The belief has no walls. 

The truth inside and the truth outside  
there is no placenta in between, 
foetus dies in the womb. 

Unpleading, immaculate, zen 
bleeds in chips. 
My god is lying dead. 

My butterflies have gone, 
perched on moon 
I am looking for stars.
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