Beguile no more

Words spoken are often filtered,
Through layers of time,
Assertive doubts go tilted,
As do breathless cries,
Like dusty wind chimes.

To believe that one shall live buried,
For escaping betrayal,
Like Romeo and Juliette,
Then one shall no longer be bewildered,
From this web of injured lovers.

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