SURE-FAKE-BUTTERFLY-COLLECTION
Your lies I'll catch out
there is little doubt.
I have got my net.
Not one butterfly
of a downright lie
has escaped me yet.
Never damn dull,
ever colourful,
your lies take wing.
But I'm the netter.
Girl I'm the collector.
Your lies do I pin.
A-LOOSE-BIND-NOOSE
You wanted to tie
yourself to me.
But I gave enough rope
for you to wander free.
You hanged yourself, girl.
You were contradictory.
Found in a bind
with a guy your own kind.
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