When you think you know someone,
and you think they'll tell you
all that is needed to know
tongue falter and what should have
been said long ago is lost in
a web of lies when a heart uses
your word as a kickstand
and that kickstand is made of
words that were altered
it collapses and so dies under
painful night with another
painful lie...
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