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Truth
April 9, 2009
The words I write,
With this empty lead
They have no meaning,
But a feeling of dread.
It creeps upon
A reader who writes,
Like purgatory
Without the lights.
The darkness so unsettling
These words filled with no heart,
But to know the truth
It rips me apart.
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