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Insidious

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Author: Immortal Magpie

Immortal MagpieAugust 31, 2019

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Insidious

written by: Immortal Magpie

Insidiously
You weave your web of lies
Gossamer strands of falsification
Strive to imprison me once more
A myriad of ignoble eyes
Project rose coloured echoes of the past
Evoking flashbacks of tenebrosity and pain

On enlightened wings I rise
Free from the odius taint of your deceit
Familiar to your fallacious words
Impervious to the callous beast
that resides behind the mask

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I am an amateur poet from the UK

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