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Jul 2020
Lies ruin lives
make people despise
and trust is denied
so many times
Just keep giving
them time

But then it’s a game
that becomes so untamed
something to treat
a despicable bleep
that has no real
feet

It’s all just a lie
that became so sly
how could you meet
and say
it was a treat

It’s an illusion
how could
it be real
such a betrayal
and now its
so stale
Written by
Sheila Stafford
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