Multip-Lie

You are, Worse than excuse letters.. Worse than gossips.. Worse than political promises.. He is, Worse than pictures in advertisements.. Worse than punches in wrestling.. Worse than his accent.. She is, Worse than her eyelashes.. Worse than forever.. Worse than happy ending.. Cause they, Don't die (though I hope they do), They simply, Multip-lie..

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/26/2024 8:41:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.