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FULL ON LIES

FULL ON LIES

You’ve fed me a meal, full of meaty illusions,
Between two slices, of white protrusions.

I chomp on the bit, trying to conceive,
The sour taste, of a sweet I want to believe.

When I question, the spread and knife’s thrust,
You pull back to hone, sensing my distrust.

Today I’ve bitten off, more than I can chew,
I hunger no more for the thickness of you.

You want it to-go, you’ve asked on many tries,
But why would I want, a body full of rotted lies.

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