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Blood Filled Lies

Poetry

Anonymous

2023-2024 Spring

I don't know how people lie

Without an aftertaste

That flows down your throat 

Into your stomach that makes you feel so sick

I don't know how people lie 

Without seeing a horrible hue

A guilty shade of blue

That blinds you view

For too long you no longer feel like you

I don't know why 

I can not lie even when it's the kind that's better for you

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