I Wore the Truth


Lovers insinuating earnest sentiments
masking a keen expectation;
understood properly,
telling how exogenous
the reality underneath the hoax
is. Nothingness drives eternal-ephemeral despondency.

That day I wore the truth.
It was made of a fabric,
which was made of truth,
which was made of a fabric,
made within and without of truth.

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