betray

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You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat flew around. As I sold you secrets by the pound.
Betrayal is indeed a bitter pill to swallow one I never thought I'd have to taste shows my naivety betrayal never crossed my mind so I never thought of it in others now I ache deep in my heart
her garden flourished flowers of every kind in every color imaginable she took good care of her garden kept the weeds away never let any thorns grow
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