"where it came from"
To speak only for myself
is a kind of shelter,
to speak so another can meet me
is a kind of risk.
So, I do what I’ve always done:
shape the truth just enough
that it can leave the room
without losing its centre,
but not so much
that it forgets where it came from.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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