The Dupe

You say you’re giving up duplicity.
I hear and then admit my own surprise,
but I don’t think I show that audibly,
and phoning we don’t see each other’s eyes.
Astonished now I’m wondering what lies
you’ve strewn like mines along the path we wend.
I guess it’s time I query you, old friend.

(Rhyme Royal)

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