lies
like the paperwhites that line the field
on the path back to your house
lies
like our backs against the sand
with the sunshine shining down
lies
like the bead of sweat running down my glass
as it pools onto the table
lies
like a hole in the ground
with the truths you meant to fill
lies
like a penny in a well,
a tower of drops from a flood
lies
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