Her smile tells lies.
Lies that cannot be seen
unless you have seen her broken.
The broken side of her,
that sends shivers down your spine.
She's fluent in telling the lies she weaves.
She know how to get away,
backups are necessary.
She's a lie herself.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16
