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his lies
a corrupt venom
struck from the tongue
softened by smooth baritone
an echo of memories
hiccuped from the static
of the cellular phone.

his dishonesty
the metastatic cancer
growth in experience
shadowed by false embraces
cologne filled air
suffocating the denial
within candlelit places.

his falsity
a mirrored image
reflected on complex facial expressions
body language deciphered
veins and tendons
stretched in smooth smiles
disturbs the life within her.

his lies

false imagery.

my truth



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