silver tongue
dropping beautiful lies
so slippery to evade me
they fall fully-formed
a bulwark of deception
stable as concrete
foundation poured from his lips
frame assembled with words
a whole home of falsehood
every hollow wall empty air
vacuum of the soul
beneath drywall treachery
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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