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I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth

It holds me…at arm’s length. Its charms are transitory. It smells Like a rat. It has one eye open waiting for when I open my eyes So I don’t look down there. The truth lies under the carpet. To avoid it, I am tripping high then low. I can forget it but I can’t stampContinue reading “I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth”