Only darkness to hide the movement
Of your tongue
While your eyes gaze into the middle distance
And your thoughts gather momentum
As you chase a lie upon a lie
This story, compounded with twists and lines
A plot broken like tributaries of a flooded river
Winding to a poisoned sea
No fullstops at the ends of sentences
Just a teetering crash of a lie upon a lie.
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