the truth
the irony of fate is dipped in memories; hereditary pains are felt deeply in time; so many similarities, and yet different; relatedness transpires out of one being, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] the tear from an eye is a quintessence; the tear from the other eye, it's voodoo; the sighs are the utmost uttered feelings of each molecule running with the truth, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] each second is watching for any gesture; the location respires the entire decor; the thoughts travel through pictograms drew by the vapor of some mixed savors, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]
