lies
they catch up
and
they pile up
and when all else is lost
when all you have left
is your deceit
they become
the cold
jagged bed
on which you sleep
the blood
& the bones
lies
they catch up
and
they pile up
and when all else is lost
when all you have left
is your deceit
they become
the cold
jagged bed
on which you sleep
the blood
& the bones
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