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Liliane

Liliane

Conscience

I stare at the mirror
All I see is a Monster
When have I started to become
This horrifying wraith?
Like Dorian Gray
I have only noticed too late
The decaying of my portray

This poem is not about me ;)

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Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life
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Anxiety is dancing in my mind In a loud trance My fears Are rushing into my head How can I ever stop them?
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Sunshine, Driven by Helios through the Sky In a golden chariot To the sole purpose Of illuminating my life
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There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it
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Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering
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He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
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