All words are lies
They are flashlights at twilight
Illuminating one spot and
Keeping the rest in the dark
All truths are baked in lies
Mixed with flour, topped with frosting
Cut up into neat little slices
Slathered with melting ice cream
Devoured greedily by you and me
And our precious little sweet toothes
These lies
These star-crossed eyes
They weave a
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