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Lies About Love |
We are all liars, because |
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, |
whereas letters are fixed, |
and we live by the letter of truth. |
The love I feel for my friend, this year, |
is different from the love I felt last year. |
If it were not so, it would be a lie. |
Yet we reiterate love! love! |
as if it were coin with a fixed value |
instead of a flower that dies, |
and opens a different bud. |
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