Would you reveal the real you if I start scratching that fake paint off you?
Would you leave me wondering, sorting your may-have-been lies from the possibly honest (if at all) words?
Would you let me a glance up the dark tunnels of your eyes, just to see where you hide your demons?
Would your lips tremble when you'd make false reassurances?
Would your nose wrinkle in disgust while your palms reek of the blood of the truth?
Would that ten headed Ravan in your head make a little place for Ram?
Would you let me save you?
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