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I am a liar or A storyteller, Which I prefer. You can’t find me In my photo albums; A different girl Every year. I paint many masks And spin many tales Just so I can Finally Hear anything I can call my own. Here is my heart In essence, Which isn’t necessarily In truth, Though I try To fit the image. So many Separate Profiles; All less than a Fraction Of a whole. But who’s to judge Reality, Or truth? Call it equation; Boil it down to Numbers, but Everything Has variables. So I’m a liar - So is the sun, Shining cold and Distant In winter; So are you, Pretending. Calculate the image Lest you leave A jumble of Meaningless Numbers, just so Many digits and Too few faces.
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Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:54 AM UTC
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I am a liar or A storyteller, Which I prefer. You can’t find me In my photo albums; A different girl Every year. I paint many masks And spin many tales Just so I can Finally Hear anything I can call my own. Here is my heart In essence, Which isn’t necessarily In truth, Though I try To fit the image. So many Separate Profiles; All less than a Fraction Of a whole. But who’s to judge Reality, Or truth? Call it equation; Boil it down to Numbers, but Everything Has variables. So I’m a liar - So is the sun, Shining cold and Distant In winter; So are you, Pretending. Calculate the image Lest you leave A jumble of Meaningless Numbers, just so Many digits and Too few faces.
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amanda-pedersen
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Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:54 AM UTC
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