HIDING the truth isn't difficult
At least, from one
Not as loved
Not as adored.
The more I saw you,
The more my heart cracked.
The more I saw him,
The more my knuckles cracked.
I knew the Sun was generous;
Generous enough to spread his radiance,
Amongst those that weren't you.
You found my coldness fishy,
Fishy as the ice used to preserve fish
And I knew I was under alcohol,
Truthful as a tortured traitor to the country.
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