After the lies
I believed in are gone,
all that is left
is the last laugh
of destiny,
musty midnight
transgressions
baked into
my bones.
all that is left
is the last laugh
of destiny,
musty midnight
transgressions
baked into
my bones.
After the lies
By Nolcha Fox
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