Coming from Lip-Glossed Mouths

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The words you said about me
You made sure everyone heard

They were repeated cruelly to me
Through others open mouths

YOu had a laugh on your smooth face
And a smile behind your manicured hand

You made certain that I saw
Your smirk was directed at me
The lies don't sound any sweeter
Coming from your lip glossed mouth

And inside your Prada bag is a Pandora's box of evil

And karma may chase you
All over this earth

But it will never get you
To admit to your many fallacies





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