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Sometimes we are offered truth,

We do not digest,

We have swallowed countless truths,

We chew and spit them out.

We loathe the taste of change,

Covering our ears,

Rather than dredge,

The silt up from our minds.

We'd like to believe in tenderness,

But we've fallen so far,

Out hands and faces hostile.

We move around in darkness,

separated,

over and over.