Lies

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He hears here lies like how the trees hear the wisper of the wind, He wants to belive they are true, But he grasps to hard onto them and gets nocked back down. Lies line her mouth like teeth, Lies are her words, Lies are whos she is, Nothing was real

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[Paul Bell]

Like the context of your poem. I think this is how it should read.

He hears her lies, like the trees hear the whispers of the wind. He wants to believe they are true. But he grasps to hard onto them, and gets knocked back down. Lies line her mouth like teeth, Lies are her words, Lies are who she is. Nothing was real