Half Story
Maybe the stories are only half true So the only way to have the truth you want Is to imagine it through
Maybe there is no way to clean the floor It is a permanent scratch on the door – (one you can’t ignore) – Surprise surprise – always an unfinished chore
Invented-to-sell vitality Imperfect reality Non sensible even in totality
No true story of love No caring dove Only illusion of someone above
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