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To A Liar.
You, my lovely liar.
Simple brain belied your skull.
You would tell the world it didn’t exist.
The truth, why do you fear it so.
It is just like the night to you.
Long winded, and stark--prominent in all it’s shapes.
Weather you be asleep and dreaming.
Or full of worry, awake.
You reach your hand out and you dare not feel
The reality of situation
