Every corner holds a shadow of you.
I am awakening to the day
where the wall be stained bare...
I'll find the truth
beneath the Liar's stare.
This tale was not spun,
nor were these eyes given
ever in your wisdom.
Bold faced
bare chest.
Will you find another?
No, never will you.
Walls breathe, tundra
frozen over solid;
Beneath its crust,
a thousand cores,
and at the very pit
a Liar there.
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