I can’t stand to write any longer! No matter how true my words, they are always slathered in decorative gold, in velvet lies! A veil is never an evil thing so long as one knows what hides behind it, but I’ve grown tired of portraying the truth this way. Lift the veil. Poetry is dead.
--*L, The Poet Is The Liar’s Brother
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