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Truth
The moment
of truth
Strikes me quickly
as I lay these words before me.
forgotten words
that are filled with longing
and emptiness.
Nothing to do with me
but all about you.
But I can't tell the truth,
the truth that leaves me
to quake and quiver at my knees
every time I see you.
The longiness to tell
is forgotten,
and All I have left
is a dream,
a dream of truth
that will never be told.
The moment
of truth
Strikes me quickly
as I lay these words before me.
forgotten words
that are filled with longing
and emptiness.
Nothing to do with me
but all about you.
But I can't tell the truth,
the truth that leaves me
to quake and quiver at my knees
every time I see you.
The longiness to tell
is forgotten,
and All I have left
is a dream,
a dream of truth
that will never be told.
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