I hate to admit that I used to admire
your dazzling deeds, your daring attire.
You’re all show without substance, though – a cold, ruthless liar.
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I think most people have met one of them at some point… Thanks 🙂
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Probably.
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It’s what is in the inside that really counts.
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Sure is… 🙂
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Ouch. icy burn 😉
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Yep. They hurt just as much…
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I love the rhythm and title of this piece!
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh, yes we’ve all met one of these! Definitely have to shrug these people off from your life. Nice bite to the language – I really feel you don’t like this person 🙂
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Nope, I don’t :D. And yes, the sooner you lose them the better. Thanks Lynn!
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🙂
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Bravo.
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Thank you 🙂
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Wow, under the show of fire is a chilled heart. Impressively expressed indictment, Sonya!
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That last line. Either very chilling, or it’s a line that truly burns and singes her to the heart.
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Love the contrast between the image of fire and cold liar. Fire without passion; fire without heat.
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Oh snap! You hit it – Fantastic 🙂
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You truly burned that empty suit with these lines! Beautifully done!
Frank
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