Truth within my heart, featherweight,
Unknown anxieties jumbling frustration,
And closed minds jabbing their spears.
It doesn't even matter, why isn't there.
Sly grin creeps feloniously like a thief,
Slinking along the spine of truth.
Bent draws tingle and tantalize,
Like a sprung pillow-fight trap.
If truth be known, truth is shown,
The end will never be unless you fight till the.
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