We hide what we say
With words that caress
Words that slide past
Words that play
Text that disguises
Sentences with lies
Obfuscation behind lines
That your words cannot find
But your words don't mind
They just dance around the time
Making sense I surmise
But I'm oh so misguided
The words not black but grey
Because no-one ever asks
To decipher the grammatical mess
We hide what we say
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