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Dried Roses

Poetic license weaves a tale
Fact or fiction, pure perfection
Living in this fairytale
About dried roses, melted wax
And broken lies
Thriving in this crazed facade
My memory grows lax
Try to remember where I started,
Where I came from, so, so tainted
To stare into a tinted mirror
Show the puppet I've become
So I cut my own strings
Show the maimed skin,
Blindly, if I ever saw.

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Dont Trust Me- Per contest rules

My attempt at trying to break my writer's block.

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  • GioiaDivisione
    September 16, 2008
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    This is probably one of the best things you've ever written.