Absent Truth

June 25, 2009
By IC.574 GOLD, No, Georgia
IC.574 GOLD, No, Georgia
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So tell me…do you believe?
Say it clearly, then I’ll leave
Oh, you want me to stay?
Make it known, shout it away.
Tell me until the very words hurt.
Tell me until my ashes become dirt.
Tell me until the truth stabs at my open wounds,
endure the scent of my blood
And let me fade.

The author's comments:
can someone decode this poem?...not even my literature teacher understood what i was trying to say, is it that confusing? or is because it's the truth?

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