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I lied.

The meaning lies,
in a lie.

Somewhere within,
the grey truth,
lies a black lie,
who says,
he cannot lie.

Why would anyone,
lie about a lie,
as they lie again,
to protect their lie.

Oh please,
Do not lie,
as I lie here,
because a lie,
will make me
die where I lie.

I cannot take
anymore lies.
As I say the word lie,
fifteen times.

I lied.

matadorqk

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