He’ll break your
rules so softly you won’t realize what he’s done.
He’ll leave every piece of truth you thought you knew
strewn across the
floor, and mix it with lies so you can’t tell
what’s
what. When you look back all you’ll see is
papery white
sheets with lines you promised you wouldn’t let
anyone cross.
And every flashback will be him crossing another one.
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