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Eyes lie, skin lies,
Touch lies, taste lies,
But it’s rare when
They lie the same

Or all at once.
We’ve learned to trust
What we’ve sensed more
Ways than one. Truth,

Most of the time,
Is just that trust.
This serves us well
But not with words.

Words own no sense.
They can’t self check.
Their lies float free.
Our lies trust us.