Why I write.
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United States
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I’ve read lies only to write truth.
And that’s the true lie.
My teacher played the ruler like the flute and I saw chalk create distant friction,
between my illusions of grandeur,
and the laws I thought to be free will pretending to have fought a revolution in, seclusion.
For that delusion I seek words in a book that speak honest falsity.
For after so I may gain a light needed to find my darkness and near my own truth at last.
This poem is about:
Me