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Poets make the best liars by Kayla Barker His black eyes were stars, and the c o n s t e l l a t i o n s in their depths told me sad poetic stories of- past lovers, grey mornings and myths-- the kind only the brave dares to believe. He brought the dreamer out in me the huntress that lay in wait within my veins. This poet who once wrote lies, writes her heart between the ugly verses of her flesh about a lie, a dream, a lust for blood, and a love- that never was. |
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