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Conversation
Oh it's so easy
When parts take over
My conversation
Is nothing more than lies
You're just the viewer
So cold and distant
I've no intentions
Of saying "i love you"
My conversation
We are not gods
We are not men
We are not making claims
We are only boys
You are not strong
You are not force
You are not regular
You are just wrong
There are no faces
This is my complex
You are my picture
I call you `mirrors'
These are not my tears
Not my reflection
Am i a photo?
I can't remember
My conversation
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