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May 2020
i try not to lie
but lies spill out
i close my eyes
and the truth subsides
i try again
the truth departs
it chuckles away

discipline, i attempt
but there goes another
i lied to my lover
precious, wasted time
i hold my head up
and confess my crime
confessions bleak
i hold my breath
muster the courage
all i have left
truth is an ideal, a bar we create and judge against.
Mona
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