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There was pretence in a brand new shoe,
It was telling about a play on the street tonight, 
And it was singing about life well being in me and you,
Coming against my own reality made ruins to relight, 
We talked the more with the heart of unfading truth,
As a young breed with wisdom,he preached to me with heeped lies,
And I portrayed schemes of loyalty from disloyal route, 
And drastically,offered me on alters to form good remarks of his personation guise,
Knowing nothing about this,he scared me to step up in frood,
In fact,the picture he drew was actually painted black, 
But appeared as white in my knowledge, 
Whereby behind awareness,he exchanged the pinch of salt in my soup with vinegar,
That night before his arrest,the pillow I take deeper meditation upon was packed with gabbage, 
But I went behind the margin still expressing myself to him as real filler, 
Substantially,the climatic condition of the matter canopied us two,when we both planned of making billions of dollars from my positive integration, 
He swooped to procede with his aiding abating, 
No maximum inter spacing,he worked to perfection, 
Making the relevances of my idea forgotten, 
Now that an outskirt of consequential personality disorder has tainted his ambitions, 
He's calling for you and I,because he feels frenzy, 
But focus on hardwork is positivetly keeping us busy, 
Please,someone should tell his frenemy,
"I'm now sleeping on the sunset of reality".

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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