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She is a lie
An unearthly void
winning the game of pretend
Her careful steps and soothing whispers,
A saintly disguise
If you dare thread her face
you’ll see the unreal sorrow
and her tears, flavoured with gloom,
a flow of rhythmic agony
Stitching you in slowly
in her tapestry of calumnies.
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