Let's talk about all the lies I've created;
there are lies on my face
lies in my words
and lies in the hands that shake yours.
They lie at the fingertips
that pen and type
words which hide everything
and express nothing.
They lie in the mouth
which conjure stories
to disguise yesterday's tears
which you caused.
The lies I form are stories
which come from me and you.
They shrivel and mingle
with language and thoughts
to bring to you an account
more obscure and hidden
than the very truth itself.
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