1. Threaded lies

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Come forth, born of deceit's embrace,
Let my unveiled eyes bear witness to your treachery,
The torn veil reveals the simmering poison within,
Your failed guise permeates the air with its stench.

Should my heart cling to disbelief, let anguish ignite,
That this thread, once naively woven, no longer binds,
To the haunting melody of past pleasures turned sin,
Let this revelation dawn, a new path unwinds.

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