bold faced lies, like bread
my mind and my stomach
expanding and conquring
distorting my reality
and my ability to reason
i like the idea of being in love
but love actually tastes like rye
bitter and sharp
but it dosent satisfy
if fills empty spaces
but not actually creating more
this illusion of satisfaction is like the idea of being in love
both filling, yet neither will actually satisfy
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