I can’t tell the entire truth.
Did you know that?
To write a sentence
is to live a precious moment
In a life filled
with words that I know.
With a full stop that brings up walls
with a question mark that contemplates bringing them down
With a comma that keeps me undecided
with quotation marks that make somebody else’s choices
Yet, complete, pure, sacrosanct.
That’s why I write verse.
Because I can tell half-truths.
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