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Dillusion of Love
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The Missing Peices of My Heart
She is only a deception,
A illusionary demon,
of my flawed perception.
But-
all the walls I have built
I would tear them down for her.
and her promises of nothing.
She isn't real,
A figment come and gone
Never really existed,
Though she coarces through my veins,
with a beautiful rythm.
Her melody is this,
Perfect prison
"...Though she coarses through my veins
with a beautiful rhythm
Her melody is this;
perfect prison"
amazing