truth and the wise

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despite what you might think of my behaviour sometimes,

you are my truth. and despite the in and out weaving of such,

you are my truth. and when the sun and the moon change

places, you stay my truth. when i see your worried eyes

and the frown of your mouth, head cocked down and

you stare at my chest, clearly weighing the serious words

that drop from your mouth like the balls in a casino

game, i listen and learn. and your patience knows

no bounds. you are more truth than most, even then.


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