In your kiln
of deceptions, untold,
I was the clay puppet,
you tried to mold;
Your fake words
were daggers of gold,
that left my heart,
bruised & cold.
of deceptions, untold,
I was the clay puppet,
you tried to mold;
Your fake words
were daggers of gold,
that left my heart,
bruised & cold.
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