Radu's Cave

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Spin a lie into a silken thread.
Tie onto a branch and your webs begin.

Point to point your lies come to a head.
Spinning so fast you stumble again.

Twist, stretch and strangle the truth.
Never realizing how much harm you do.

Yet here I lie naive in my youth.
Believing anew the lies you spew.

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