Tangled Lies

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caught in his own tangled lies

twigs poking at his thoughts

teal blue eyes stare inward

stirring a breeze with intent

the black reaching into the earth

or splayed in a fan barked order

his soul trapped in the emptiness

between each hole and crevice

arms curling he boughs

while his trunk arches away from truth

offshoots frozen from growth

now stumped and filled with worms


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