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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá
    • Mar 21
    • 1 min read

The cheater

My soul awaits

In the shadow of a dream,

I am one of the fakes

Showing only my gleam.

I'm the poet who cheats

In rhymes, never forlorn,

I'm the aorta that throbs

When the thrill is long gone.

I'm the portrait of sin

When repenting no more,

I'm the shape of the scream

Everytime my heart's torn.

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