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The Big Lie feeds on both sides
An infernal scar runs through the middle
Life is an IOU
Death offers no guarantees
Only go to where we stay
In a moment
Tempting forever beckons
While uh huh / stars still burn
In the vacant storefronts
Along haunted wharves ghosts
Wear stolen scarves you lost
In a drawer somewhere
A memory not there,
The Big Lie
Feeds-




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-12-16 at 21:59

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