Colorful and soft and sweet,
ribbons hide what's underneath.
The heartfelt wounds, the sinful deeds,
disguised by strands of pink and cream,

For, if unwrapped, a forlorn tale
will peek beneath the pretty veil.
It won't take much for lies to fail;
beware the ribbons - they're simply frail.

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Whipped up in the car on the way home. C: I have to go now, but I'll be back at 7 or so.