lies lay scattered
in the dirt,
like impotent seeds,
biding their time,
until the seasons change,
when they lie exposed
to what they could not be,
truths they could not see or feel,
for they were just that -
lies.
in the dirt,
like impotent seeds,
biding their time,
until the seasons change,
when they lie exposed
to what they could not be,
truths they could not see or feel,
for they were just that -
lies.
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