Denial the soft skin
Refusal of true feeling
Correcting others is no armour
Denial is the outbreak of want
Hair, tattoos and tricks of the trade under a grin
Boast syrup slipping down
Heating lips up to exaggerate
Sheen soft pink surface parched by the lie
Lips like locusts hungry and beating their wings
All you ever wanted was love, why lie about that?
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