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 is wrong and who is wrong? We do not know. Now we live in an smoke and mirror house. Where lies and truth, became the same.
Dancing Coyote
That’s deep. Lies and truth the same is a horrid place to be indeed
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I agree dear Dawn and thank you for reading and the comment.
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Well said sir
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Thank you Anthony.
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