they make me feel better
about the truth.
How rare it is,
like gold
or diamonds.
Something to hold
and wear out of the house,
proudly,
on rare occasions.
Tell me lies
there is so little
other good
to go 'round
now.
Call it fiction,
or whatever,
if lies cull the wrong smells
in your mind.
But tell me only
a few good things
and I won't ask
for any
supporting pictures,
just tell me good
tell me sweet good lies
sweet lies.
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