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Current mood:  chill Category: Writing and Poetry
Daniel the liar
Daniel started the fire
Desires runs free in a open room
Daniel lies and tries so hard to manage himself
Under his bed you will find his old diary
Truth has stained the white wrinkled pages
His hands are fitly and he losing his beauty
Daniel is a liar
Daniel started the fire
Burnt hands
ash for eyelashes
There is a lost night in his head
The night of back flashes
Mixed messages circled him around a glittered down city
Daniel is the liar
Daniel started the fire
He fell stories down
Into a polarized town
Controlled by Small talk
12:36 AM
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