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Lying tongues are clumsy,
tripping over clenched molars,
masticating until what's spit out
has no semblance to the truth.
My halo's slipping down,
losing grip on reality,
choking on the fabrications
filling up my airways.
Dead men tell no tales,
blue lips still hold a whisper,
you've been following my trail of feathers
for far too long.
Relapse into my false embrace,
stumble into my web once more,
chase the clouds that have
forsaken us both.