The Diary
I have a book of memories,
Snippets from a different time.
I have a book of memories,
Encased therein a crime.
I have a book of fallacies,
Allegations without lies.
I have a book of fallacies,
Shame that never cries.
I have a look of lunacy,
Dreams that never leave you.
I have a look of lunacy,
But I already paid my dues.
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