while the wind slap the eyes.
truth lets himself to explore,
and the fake one sighs.
she says she's unsure,
the mom does not satisfy.
then he says she is insecure,
for letting it to fly.
then the words spread,
not like butter and bread.
they forget about the cap.
the cap that they should have kept.
as the time flies,
the date passes by.
to know the truth of every lies,
she can only say, "oh my".
flattering a skull of happiness,
yet overwhelmed by the rebelliousness.
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