Can a tattoo leave a wake of suspicion
roving in my mind,
maybe I'm surrounded by phony people,
a deception of the human kind.
Wandering in rubbles of dreams,
after a long walk I sat,
the problem is not knowing
where I'm looking at.
When I look to the puddle,
imagery appears in the reflection,
and when I'm convinced that's reality,
I'm completely full of deception.
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