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Don't Kid Yourself
You were never pure
Vulnerable yes, but never pure
Your soul is stained by the charcole smoke
That swirls in tendrils
Enveloping your face, your heart, and your words
Obscuring your intentions
Your body is held together by trails of gleaming tar
Stretched like the truth
To accomidate your innocence
Don't you know by noe?
I can see through the smoke
I can catch your gaze and tie it down
Dissipating your clove-scented insecurities
To look into the gaping dark within
I maybe intoxicated but, not by you
I am as lucid as the fiber glass shards
That crackle in your ciggarette
Aware of every strained breath
And every muted heart beat
And every whispered promise
Don't kid yourself
You were never pure
