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The Truth

I didn’t know what honesty was

until I met a boy who told me

truth, who spoke of sex and sin

and vanity that I had not seen before.

And I looked at all evils with newborn eyes

and saw what others could not see

— stealing and selfishness and

maddening love, sickening love,

and sought refuge in the mere idea

of all the banes creating balance.

It was he who stood between all evils

with open arms and touched my artless soul

until I said,

I see, I see, I see.

 
 
 

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