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My Name is Gossip

Fingers sticky with the lies they spread,
Sleeves dripping in velvet tales.
My shaking hands are much more honest-
Than the still smile plastered to my face.
I weave legends out of pocketed disdain,
And spin a tale from my scarlet mouth.
If only the lies I told weren't painfully blunt-
To everyone excepting me.
If only the harder truth was kinder than a softer lie-
And if only I was strong enough to tell it.
The truth I've come to realize-
Is the truth they cannot hear.
The truth is that my name is Gossip-
And I live in every mouth.





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