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I am stalked by
Trails of whispered lies.
Lines of wasted hours
Etch my face;
Rows of blurry shapes
Clutter my mind
And cluster in deceit
Around my memories of you.
Hollow, I choke;
A liar,
A husk.
I am only honest
On this page.
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