~truth Or Lies (Epilogue)~
My truth is false,
a glittering overcoat with torn lining,
always catching on good intentions
and jamais vu,
but persona persists
anealed to the base elements
of slipping into a round hole
without scoring.
Time to be fashionable again.
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