Synesthesia – in the Imaginary Garden
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Liar
The sound of your
Words made me itchy
Like an old wool blanket
on bare skin
You, the smooth talker,
Can not fool me
I feel the lies that slip
Smoothly through your lips
Lies you think are hidden
Behind a charming smile
rhymeswithbug 
I like how you compare the feeling of being lied to with ” itchy like an old wool blanket on bare skin.”
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Just a fabulous opener! Nicely done.
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those lies got texture, nice write
much love…
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Oh, I like that descriptor – itchy. It conveys discomfort and annoyance quite well.
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I feel you pain here Candy. You have a chosen a perfect way to describe how it feels to be betrayed by lies.
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Some things can’t be dressed up or hidden… regardless of how hard one tries. Good for her.
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Yes, lies feel itchy and they get under your skin. And never trust a smooth talker. Nicely done, Candy!
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Oh, I love the juxtaposition of the scratchy feel of the smooth talker’s words!
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That itchy feel was really well captured…
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