I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

Aleister Crowley
I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way...
I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way...
I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way...
I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way...
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A poet is someone who writes, whether it is true or not. They make up stories and make things up for a reason. Sometimes they are true, but most of the time they are not. The poet describes how things are, but never how they actually are. The poet is the one who uses their imagination to create stories for everyone to enjoy.

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