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Jun 2013
Lies were her truths , she couldn't deny
To annihilate them bore a price far too high
The absence of fibs would destroy her lips
The honest silence would consume her scripts


To tell what is was to break the norm
Shatter her comfort, finally face the storm
No, shielding herself was her best defence
Never face what's real only suffer the expense


Sapling white lies she nourished grand deception
No slight glittering truth for visual perception
I assume she believed the cloak's easier to wear
Despite the thousands of pounds, she'd sooner tear


"Who is she?" "Why?" you ask, i wish i could know
She'd never revealed what was buried far below
Tintin
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