The truth for me, putting in irons
Not in the likes of dandelions
Truth smells like sewer; deadly!
But akin to manacles, put to flame, silly!
Escape from Truth like, den of lions
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Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.
