i know you
of old
followed your charms
ever disarmed
by honeyed-words
masking hollow heart
inveterate liar
i never knew
the extent to
which you drew
me on
into
the fiction
of you
a prediliction
for falsity
in such immensity
when all you say
mendacious be
how could i know a truth
nothing to compare it with
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