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Oct 2017
Why is it,
that you must lie
so very often?
You've gone too far now
  you really ought to stop.

Who is it,
that you must
lie to so very often?
is it me?
myself?
I?


Your trying to make art
with your crumbling heart
as your canvas
you really ought to stop
  who is it
that your lying to?
    you really ought to stop
Antares Cliff
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Antares Cliff
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