Poetry on the subject of deceivers.

With much thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image x 

I thought of you
As a split pin
Holding my back wheel
Relatively straight
But to quote Imagination
It was just an illusion
And for all intents
Plus those things called
Purposes
What I thought of as secure
A bolted stable door
Was in fact an open gate
Just a matter of time before
Walls crumbled beneath the weight
Of your duplicitous trait

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