SPOILERS ALERT!!!
Flashback
Lean lady:It hurts to be lied
to by you,my dear Leo.
Aside (Leo never existed)
End of flashback
LIES
A lean lady's lies lie in the
limelight of a lawyer's lists of
lame lies at the lane to the lake
which lends lengthy evidence
letters of the liar and a liar who
less lived a no life.
FuN TiMe
Now you've got it.
Don't spoil the fun,
practice saying the poem
as fast you can.
Fasten your seat belts !
ReAdY,LeTs Go!
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
