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Fantastic LiesI can still trace the slivers of skinstained by tearstears all dried up nowTears you can’t see.But it’s all okay nowI’ve said I’m so sorryWe’ve hugged and we’ve kissedgoodbye to expressiontruant truths stuffed awayIn too full hearts.And so I mutter thankyou(it’s only polite)For fostering my naivety For keeping me inadequateand labelling my only aspirationoffspring of the above.And so we conform togetherto a world of tear stifling mannersand unlimited reserve.Which sounds too much like self-pityExcept its more diluteDry tears are just1 part self pity and3 parts self-loathingBut In The Name of HonestyDry tears are a fantastic lieTears do matter reallyBut once they’ve truly fadedThe evidence is eliminated and you no longer see themWhich translates to “non-existentâ€ÂCos’ seeing is believingAnother fantastic lifeOr a truth playing truantFrom its dreamlike worldOf unlimited transparency.
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