№ 67


truth be told
i don’t know
never did
perhaps never
will

but the why
of it all
burns
always
in my head

caprice
is scary
like sunset
in a strange place
or a kiss

fluttering
here and there
between
safety
and sanity

taking turns
locking doors
barring windows
forgetting
we’d lost the keys

our little truth
never did
perhaps never
will
i don’t know

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