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My Lies

Hiding debris of wicked lies
Repainted acts in colored stripes
Suckling bosom of rotten dye
Repaired fractures in tainted time

Feeding worms to emptiness inside
Relapsed again on unforgiving ride
Peeking through cracks in the blind
Rebirthed naked fright that night

Breeding holes in the lust sublime  
Entwined selves smeared with grime
Smothering dry with hands fragile

Estranged bearing dripped in vile

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