Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Secret Valentine

The freedom to deceive
Which is no freedom at all
Always starts with the beleaguered self
Who calls upon his last defense
To run and hide
We lie how frequently
To protect the truth from speaking
Not because we don’t know
What it would say
But because we do
Something in us
Always knows
What’s true for us
And most of it’s a secret

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