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Pollen


We all saw through the fabrication

I could smell the bullshit

Even with a mask on

Disillusioned allergies

Your lies are my pollen

Making me want to

Scratch my eyes out

Blood pours from my nose,

I wonder if it's really the meds

Or is my brain melting.

Sure feels like it

Sometimes

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