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Water, Mell Aguiar ’22

Mell Aguiar ’22

Water

The lucidity of lies Lies like water in our eyes, Dropping down as we say our goodbyes. Our faces masked, we have on our disguise. Their words string on; we surmise Puppets upon a string, lost in a sunrise. Night is over: that’s my surprise. The sun is up, and we broke our ties. Like water we lie, although in the skies. The hurt begins to crystallize; Never again will we synchronize.

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