The Value of Lies

It is hidden between the words we speak
Or in the eyes of the other the
Moment we turn away
It lays at our feet as in our hearts
Plain as the skin on our palms
Underneath the rubber gloves
Can we sense it ourselves, our own?
Or do we see in the mirror
Through the eyes of the other
As the other sees back or sees us
In a world of beauty and pain
Of light and dark, death and birth
This constant remains
To know true honesty
One must be aware of the value of lies


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