Lies are golden,
smothered in rich.
Eatin with pleasure,
swallowed quick.
Disguises truth,
with its white lies,
under the skin,
the lies hide.
Burried within,
forgotten among.
Growing inside us,
leaving the scars.
Untold secrets within,
covered in chains,
hidden in dark,
leaving the marks.
Stomachs churn,
and eyes close.
Forgetting the wrong,
burrying them deeper,
locking them away,
they are the keepers.
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