Fleeing from the truth
strangers soon collide
perfection's imperfection
together forever; as one.
Moving too quickly
understanding; knowing...nothing
this alluring tranquilty
[an illusion]
immediate to lies.
[we are both the same.]
Fleeing from the truth strangers soon collide
perfection's imperfection
together forever; as one.
Moving too quickly understanding; knowing...nothing
this alluring tranquilty
[an illusion]
immediate to lies.
[we are both the same.]
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