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well of truth
You wear the truth so well.
White washed jeans,
Fresh summer smell,
Golden spiraled hair,
Even Fibonacci wouldnt dare ,
Its Provocative in the sense,
This Never ending sequence.
Is it Ascension or your bodies defense
you claim to know the difference.
Did you rob the queen?               can you actually school the dean?
You wear robes of truth,
But youre not what you seem.
Ive met you before, 
Why do you hide in that shell?
You keep the door closed ,
and you keep a bell
Scared to be exposed?
 For casting an illusory spell
Silenced and called a liar the truth remains hidden in its shell
Calling to anyone starving for truth
She keeps crying for help,
Stuck in a booth, at the bottom of the well.