Lies are comforting
Lies are grandeur
Lies are the promises of parents to their children
The whisper of a first love
I love you
Teachers that curse you
The wolf within
Despises the cage
Iron and gold
Soft and solid
Only I can break the hold
Of ghostly hands
A looking glass
That holds not a fantastical world
But the reality we know.......
Lies
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