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I no longer wish
to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud
of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold
as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware
I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm
bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a
touch deranged.
Those kind of people you want to avoid...
ReplyDeleteNice use of Word Wizardry to send the knife of feelings
ReplyDeleteSounds like my ex-husband or our soon to be president.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is difficult to filter out the false words from the true...
ReplyDeleteWow, who hasn't felt this at one time or another? Nicely done, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteIt takes a certain amount of derangement to navigate the seas of fellowship and commodity.
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