Truth
Without mercy
Has no sound
It lives
With circumstance
In this exactitude
I softly land
And I like it
Adds warmth
To my being
Coldness here
Does not exist
I am free
As you startle
All of my senses

Truth
Without mercy
Has no sound
It lives
With circumstance
In this exactitude
I softly land
And I like it
Adds warmth
To my being
Coldness here
Does not exist
I am free
As you startle
All of my senses

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