Based On Lies


United States
35° 2' 48.4908" N, 92° 28' 13.1016" W

A joyful laughter rung through the room,

just a best friend or two,
teetering on the edge of sanity,
but forever knowing their companionship would heal all wounds,
that is until the day came when the wounds were inflicted by each other,
in a moment of doubt a word burned their skin,
creating a mark that lasted a week or two,
but it uncovered the truth,
that no matter what,
it was a friendship based on lies,
a sour taste in the air,
linked the puzzles together,
a hideous concept was to come,
from a wreckage that had long been done. 
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