This I truth

Man this is a poem 

a poem this is 

a story this is not 

a lie I dont say 

The truth i speak 

as I type 

as I breath 

a plane goes over 

a knock goes behind me 

on the wood of my door 

ignore and type 

because that knock wont hear me

that knock wont listen to me 

that plane wont be bothered by me 

like I am by it 

No one will do to you what you do to them 

this I do not  lie 

This I truth 






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