Lies
• Odd curls in her hair
• The smell of olives in the air
• Mis-matched socks to go with her eyes
• A dress that whispers, "She's full of lies"
• Her smooth, chocolate skin
• Is nothing akin
• To her victims' grim demise
Copyright © Salmon Oid | Year Posted 2025
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