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My Beautiful Lie
I hide behind a lie forged by my hand,
Before this chiseled frame,
Beyond the perfect shell they will not see my deceit
Thrown acrimoniously at their feet.
But they love the lie, the truth would only disappoint;
Disarray their shallow intentions,
After all, my invention pleases them
So why not let them drink up the joy
That it possesses? It impresses their eyes,
How the lies...
Friday 17th May 2013 3:26 pm
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