My husband, a liar

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those memories of mornings
when I was the reason you woke
up smiling,
and without the pain of your
excellence at the art of lying

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I ACT POOR.
YOU ACT RICH.
DIFFERENCE WAS SIMPLE,
WE'RE BOTH LIAR'S.

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"I don't enjoy this sadness
and I know you don't either
but believe me it's for the best
of us."


I lied. and he believed me.

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