Too many times I have succumbed
to your false cry,

And to the brine
that graced your pretentious eyes,

You display a mirage
of longing and gloominess,

You create a semblance
of staged emotions and falsehood

While you perform to perfection
every one of your acts,

You fail to realize
that your bathetic descry
is dissolved today
by my yearning heart,

For the layers of the seance
you put as a veil
is slowly getting disappear, my love,

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