My Lie
Twisted words,
On plain simple paper.
No-one would believe.
Crooked grins,
with savoury tales.
Flock around like sheep.
Masque of sadness, lonely.
Threatened by the waltz of glee.
You know that feeling like you want to do something else when you have work already. Well, this that for me.
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