Some lies fall incautiously
Like paper from an over-turned file.
Senseless answers stumble,
Too complex to derive,
Like a forest pale with smoke.
The animals are a mess
Parts still and strewn on the edges
Of their ill-favored tracks.
Such lies require little class
But seem at the time valuable.
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Don’t come too close for I’ve not
The breadth to hold you back.
Step on the gas and drive until
You reach Mona Lisa’s smile
And never come to me again.
Next time I won’t have the heart
To fabricate a rejection, next time
My heart will arrive with you
Worse for wear and in need of validation.
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I had a fun time writing this, even if it is a bit nonsensical
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