I live a lie.
I live and lie.
I lie and live.
It helps me be.
All of life.
All of this,
sense of grief,
the youngness
the youth,
the lying down
and the stepping stones
of fibs
create the farce you and I breathe.
Your guilt and my hubris
those nymp twins
pretending
that all of this is...
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