The Truth
The truth is like a memory of an old lover
Kind, gentle and as soft as a first kiss
Or
As unbearable as the most intimate of betrayals
Words that caress, lovingly spoken
Or
Words as sharp and jagged as broken glass
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The Pen and the Spark
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