I feel lies, they fall all around me,
like leaves from an old oak tree
they cover the ground i walk on
they cover me
if i play with them, make a pile
throw them all about
or ignore them for awhile
rake them here or there
try to shift them
till i can bear their presence
but they are still lies
i can no longer imagine your lies as a leaf
or your love as you essence
i lay here in the ground you see
your leaves fall all around me
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