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I kept my lies in a cupboard
High, wide and fine; best of them all,
Whether white lies, or priestly lies
Each lie I told, I hung in there
On one lie; I hung another
And to cover, then another,
All the time, so the story goes.
I kept my lies, in a cupboard
Every hanger had its duties
Holding on to specific lies
Until one day it got filled up
Then imploding, it exploded
Now here I am, shattered and wrecked
With whirling winds blowing my dust.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
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Boss! This is such a great piece. More Grace
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I’m blushing… Thank you Laura
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Hi…Oh so true…one lie leads to another…after a while the lier has not idea of the truth…good poem. I’ve heard the word implode used when when their world starts to disinagrate. Sounds like my president and all his minions….
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Who is your President
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Mr. Trump of course…Who is your president ?
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Hehehehe
Guess he is far better than mine: the clueless one (Buhari of Nigeria)
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