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elleguyence

Confetti filled vault
anecdotally filled with
all the lies you’ve ever told.
Would it hurt you to read
as much as it wouldn’t have hurt
all the people you lied to
to spare their feelings?

“I didn’t mean to say that”
“No, I wasn’t”
“I promise”
“I’m sorry.”

This reciprocity of intimacy
we’ve all feigned to protect
praying they’ll never find out
falling prey to knowing better
than tell the truth.

Are we all keepers of vaults?
are they all just as full as the next?
Are we protecting each other
fibbers
bitter
from all the truths we wish
we could’ve saved ourselves from?

Thanks to wordslikebreath for the prompt “vault” and to A.P. Christopher for the word “reciprocity”! If I use a prompt you’ve left for me, I’ll give you a shoutout! 

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