Photo by Morgue File © 2015 Liar, Liar (A Sonnet) The sun bows to you in grand reception, Falling prey to your charms, walking through fire, Caught in your wicked web of deception while you smile… pathological liar. What’s your excuse, were you dropped on your head Or pinched by forceps in your great escape?Continue reading “Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)”
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