Lie. by: Me

June 2, 2010
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Untruth, deceit, treachery, fabrication
Many facades, one meaning.
Illuminating one is as effortless as breathing
Discovering is the sensation near betrayal of trust.
Discovery is like dying inside,
Stench of death inside the soul forever.
Every moment, is one too numerous
This I do try to keep tenuous
I am a liar, I am imperfect
But I have good in my heart and lament in my soul.

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