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Ode to lying

Honesty is not my virtue but lying is my friend. Whenever I say something untrue my troubles are at an end. Other people spread the truth trying to be good but lying is a game for youth in every neighborhood My true dear friend lies why are you so good to me? You are the strongest rope that ties my problems up for free Dearest pal lies you help me out a blank face is all I need. to push away the other's doubt of the stories that I weave. There's a great beauty in lying such work to know all the words to say to send me up and flying in the air with all the birds. Lies, you're just the truth well told you light in me such a fire the lies I spin will never unfold a good person's just a bad liar.
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tasha-gill
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Jan 25, 2013
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