All the Faces

And I suddenly realised the room was full of faces and the world was full of even more and every face was a series of lies and with each one told another line cracks the foundation of the universe and that every fissure put together would hold the world in broken fingers and each broken finger points at a face that fills this room and all the rooms everywhere and amongst all the faces was mine. Dead from all the lies.

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