by Chris Bodenner

A poem of sorts from a reader:

Do I lie when I say dinner was good?
Do I lie when I say the sex was great?
Do I lie when I say you look as beautiful as the day we met?
Do I lie when I say I love your mother?
Do I lie when I say I want to go shopping?
Do I lie when I say I forgive you?
Not every time.
Do I lie when I say I still love you after 25 years?
Never.

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