How much you stolen from me in my light,
all the things you used to distract my sight.
Squirreled my eyes to look to the side,
what? you saw nothing, you always lied.
The reflections revealed, they lit the shine,
you stole the things that I consider mine.
Still towards the truth you denied,
you stole and you lied.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Here there is a touch of accusation in poetic question. Well done
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