Smoke and mirrors..
Smoke and mirrors…
Smoke and mirrors we became. Once we locked our doors and we believed love was life. On a hot Summer day, we made promises we could not keep. Who was wrong and who was right? We do not know. Now we live in an smoke and mirror house. Where lies and truth, became the same.
Dancing Coyote
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