The blink of an eye is all we ever were
Are, the words tend to blend
How do we not get caught up in that
The moment between being and nonbeing
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Do we just forget about it
Or is it something more
Like the hiding of skeletons in closets
That never leave the soul until destruction
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How can we accuse others of lies
When it's the most obvious form of self-deceit
Our…