There is beauty in my lies,
Spawned out of crystallised light
That blinds your eyes
Numbs your tongue,
Dumbfounded you look on
At my spinning masterpiece of,
Not white lies, slipped out
Scratching the surface, softly softly
Or pernicious lies, thought out then
Spilled out one after the other
Double-edged sword drawing out
Hoarse cries, that drone on and on
Just perfectly see-through lies
That you see right through.
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