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It's You

You keep on drawing a curve line in my upper chin

And I chose not to efface any part of it

You always divert my worst day into a wondrous abstract

And now a blissful heart was before a benumbed heart


Not a realist but I felt it real

The scarred me never concealed

I fell without vacillation

Tell me that everything isn't a deception