how many deceptions
have I quietly
assimilated?
I have
become
the swallower
of bitter pills
learning to
choke
down a quandary
of murky
illegitimacies
I wash them down
with vodka and gin
and in the
end
love is just truth
and nothing
more
if only you
really knew
how sweet
purity tastes
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