by maximill1an
Lies are Dust,
It is something that is everywhere
Yet can't be seen until
You start sneezing as it enters your lungs
It flies around once stirred up
And will never leave
While safe in small amounts
Too much can make you sick
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The Real Tortured Poets Department Was the Friends We Made Along the Way
PoetryA collection of poems about life and stuff by me and maxi (@maximill1an) ☆ UPDATES WEEKLY ☆ Credits to original artist for the cover!! It's beautiful
