TISSUE OF LIES

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A fine line of malice stretches across your face,
pulling the flesh taut against your cheeks.

In my madness, I see what is not for me to
see.....
It vanishes if I wink, giving it time to
hide.......

Or is it my imagination?
My gates are open to the jackal and the virgin.
Both enter laughing,

In my blindness, they are the same.