Oh there is such splendour

Such lifting  of the shoulders, such brightening of the eyes

When you stop telling lies.

Not the ones your tell others

They can be undone.

Those you tell your veins, your vessels

Those entrenched in blood.

So deep you don’t recall

Whether they were ever lies at all.

Yes those are the ones that weigh you down

That embed the frown

For no apparent reason

Whatever the weather whatever the season.

Until suddenly you realise.

Inside are the real lies.

(c) Slumpless


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