Oh tasty, succulent truth
I cannot hold you on my tongue
yet I cannot remove you from my heart
A blabbering strand of articulation
does nothing to rid you from
the deepest cavity of my soul.
I loathe the stain you have left
No rubbing, no washing will remove
your tiresome mark
As my body marches to the left
truth-imprisoned within me
screeches and fights to move right
Truth
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