Lies
It starts with little white lies
Ever hungry, deception feeds on itself
A monster with a grip that won’t let go
Webs become impossible to untangle
Words that never see the light of truth
Bound with the silken thread of deceit
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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