Truths told through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.
Promises, woven with golden thread around the hearts of those bound by the words.
Dreams, built up from the ground into palaces, art, new wonders of the world.
Wondering eyes and wandering hearts, never able to be locked into one place.
Journeys planned on paper, drawn in full color and detail, until you can almost believe you are there.
Roads falling into place in front of you, paved in gold and shadows.
Lies told through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.
Promises, woven from severed threads, tearing apart the hearts of those once bound by the words.
Dreams, falling down to the ground, palaces crumbling, art turning to dust, and wonders worn away by time.
Searching eyes and still hearts, locked into place as they once swore they never would be.
Journeys, written on paper that has long since been lost, a faded memory in sepia tones.
Roads, falling into place in front of you, paved in shadows and fears.
A child, bouncing around the room with candy in their hands and a smile on their face.
Wise words from struggles of the past, teaching the future to do better.
Alphabets, shaping future speeches and movements, waiting to be written and made.
A human, treading roads already worn down from countless footsteps before them.
Wise words forgotten in the depths of other thoughts.
Alphabets, finished their job shaping many words left unspoken.
Tell me lies
Tell me truths
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me untruths.
Promises, woven with golden thread around the hearts of those bound by the words.
Dreams, built up from the ground into palaces, art, new wonders of the world.
Wondering eyes and wandering hearts, never able to be locked into one place.
Journeys planned on paper, drawn in full color and detail, until you can almost believe you are there.
Roads falling into place in front of you, paved in gold and shadows.
Lies told through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.
Promises, woven from severed threads, tearing apart the hearts of those once bound by the words.
Dreams, falling down to the ground, palaces crumbling, art turning to dust, and wonders worn away by time.
Searching eyes and still hearts, locked into place as they once swore they never would be.
Journeys, written on paper that has long since been lost, a faded memory in sepia tones.
Roads, falling into place in front of you, paved in shadows and fears.
A child, bouncing around the room with candy in their hands and a smile on their face.
Wise words from struggles of the past, teaching the future to do better.
Alphabets, shaping future speeches and movements, waiting to be written and made.
A human, treading roads already worn down from countless footsteps before them.
Wise words forgotten in the depths of other thoughts.
Alphabets, finished their job shaping many words left unspoken.
Tell me lies
Tell me truths
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me untruths.
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