… and so I learned to lie;
to hide my Truth,
because it was the custom;
to spin such awesome webs
that only I could navigate
without fear: where truths lie tangled
in the sticky mesh of clever netting,
too fine to have been natural
— works of art
only I could know
— but still so full of holes

why… did I?

good sport

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