A life that takes you ten thousand lies to expire
Too many or too few
Some would whisper
Beyond the life of a lover she will endure
No more will this impulsion serve to remove our lies
Can we just forgive, could you forget me.
No more will be defined
Behind the lies that you repeat
Some day you'll see the world in front of you
But maybe its good
When all we give
Is emotionless lust
This is just a desire
This is what we expire
Beyond our terminal love.
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