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Mendacity (Free verse) by kiki Lies surface in the noses of old women,
the blistered veins of angered daisies,
wheels of infants, infants lovers,
the hollowed tubes of signage and colons.
Yet they continue
to walk about this place in pairs.
As if the sky were yellow.
As if the mind is safe.
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