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It Confesses

I was the soil in your garden, poisoning your fruits I was the foundation you built your structures on, crumbling as they rose I was the wings you used to fly, keeping you from taking flight I have been found, in the depths of my hiding place Now I am banished, as you reveal your true face.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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