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truth.
But is there something else,
Your not telling me,
telling me.
My knowing feels the ache of why.
As I fling the notions of past aside,
Demanding more and more
from myself and thy,
For never again will I live a lie.
Because the softness comes in the nitty gritty of real,
heartbreaking,
story making, fucking life.
So anything,
Anything ok.
As long as it's true. My love is too.
© anissarae
Your not telling me,
telling me.
My knowing feels the ache of why.
As I fling the notions of past aside,
Demanding more and more
from myself and thy,
For never again will I live a lie.
Because the softness comes in the nitty gritty of real,
heartbreaking,
story making, fucking life.
So anything,
Anything ok.
As long as it's true. My love is too.
© anissarae
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