The Truth-A Nonet

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Written for Creative Bloomings Inform Poets-Nonet

It didn’t make sense—it never did.

If the truth was out there somewhere,

seeking asylum, why did

it cling like the scent of

last night’s lover? She

contemplated

existence

between

lines.

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