Tell Me Lies

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By Dru Macasieb

You and I
Are so distant
Met with hell-
lacious resistance

I Want to fix
But it’s not broken
Tell me lies
Of love unspoken

Like a flower
We withered and died
But the seeds
Are still inside

The fruit we made
Has not perished
It’s still ripe
It’s still cherished

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