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Falsehoods
Miniscule drops of purity fall on dimpled cheeks,
and she is unsure if they are tears or the falling rain.
One reaches her harlot painted lips,
and she tastes her failure which has meshed itself
with the sanity crumbling from her personal stormcloud.
She tastes another and smiles, sardonic.
They don't know her ever-present demons,
nor do they want to.
Then she comes to terms with the fact that
she is as false as they are.
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The Analysis of Tears
or sadness, or emotions that do not acknowlege exterior stimuli. Falsehood is less lie and more about a continuing theme, refusal to feel, burned, singed, and no longer operable. Tears as lies - connote no sincere emotion causing them. I love this ode to lies, outside the norm once more, exceptionally written - Lady A