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What is verity and what is not?
Is it something that we know, already?
And simply just forgot?
Our minds stable and steady
As we take our leap in faith
In falsity or truth
Why not in baith?
Taking a chance, or relying on proof
A fine line between fiction and fact
Full of doubt and second guesses
In imagination they lacked
No assumptions but assesses
While they call us delusional
In what we see
Abstract and unusual
Wanting to feel free
From the barriers of reality
And dreams
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My Poetry
RandomPoems I wrote when I was just a little bean, to a few I've written as an adult haha.
