She believes
The fever is ripe upon the daring taste
The cold winter’s night split from haste
Lost in the emptiness; she believes
Dancing in the fakeness that deceives
Held and kept away from the fact
A feather of glass; waiting, intact
He falls deeper into the hate
And the truth has set his fate
The coldest stone lies far away
Holding the crisp of sway
He sinks in deeper than he can hold
Failed to see himself, told
He fears the truth inside
Has fallen in doubt and suicide
The diamond of pleasure deceives
The life has flown inside; she believes
He pushed her away but she believes
Lex
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