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Fallen Angel by Liya Bona

Liya Bona | August 5th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

We play games
My angel and I
We play silly games
Stupid games
Serious games
Hurtful games.
We play games
My angel and I
We play games
Of deception
Of misconception
Misdirection
And presupposition
We tell lies,
My incorrigible angel
And I
We tell lies
With our eyes
We tell one thing
Our lips another
Our bodies yet another.
We tell blissful lies
Cruel lies
Useful lies
White lies.
My angel and I
Kill each other
With lies.

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