D E C E P T I O N .
I speak through my soul to entrust you with unconditional affection
Yet in return all I receive is a smile with deception
I open my mind to you and speak the words engraved deep within
Yet in return all I receive is a heart of sin
What you see is what you get: isn't always the incidence
I don'tjudge anything on its looks; Ijudge everything on its innocence
Closed like a casket you wish to glide through the sky hoping,
The Mind is like parachute; It only functions when its open..
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