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what's real..

I don’t care much
For the truth
‘cause the truth is at it’s best
just realtive
and at it’s worse
and most common use
just another way to be lied to
I care more for what’s real
Like that smile I recieved
From across the street
From the girl who matched my
Homo-mafia pin

at 12:37 PM Posted by Cecilia Bivald
Labels: homo, mafia, poetry, truth

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