But do the lies taste differently
pooling off your tongue, rancid meat?
Do you swallow easily
like a pull of water?
Drink and wash it down.
Drink, wash it down.
Wash it down.
Wash it
Down
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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Great entry for the Nonet!