Epithany Poem by REMI Wright
Epithany
False lies hidden in disguise
A girl shaped like a naked flame
Playing on my mind
The lies she tells
Are like reading a book
Reading a lie is like reading the trueth
As whatever is ontop mostly differs to whats within
The lie is hidden
The trueth only spills when the lie is unveiled
It is seen as the trueth
Underneath is a story
A face in disguise
Holding many lies
But what's the trueth?
Epithany
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