white lies.
what are they really?
when a ghetto fabulous
middle aged
gold teeth owning
cigarette smoking
new york yankees garb wearing
man staggers up beside you
[matching your pace
to walk with you a few steps]
decides to tell you that
you are beautiful
asks you how old you are
where you work
where you live
and then proceeds to ask you
if you have a man
or a husband....
i really don't think that
saying yes
to either of those questions
is a lie.
no. definitely not a lie...
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Haha, Oh jeeze Tarh, I love you.
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