I judged meticulously.
I served in every jury.
I soaked the footprints into my socks.
I wiped my soles and left
This is the truth I need.
Now I crack your stories.
Now I owe your royalties.
Now I moralise while secretly pulling wood from my eye.
I’m a fraud.
It sounds right
It feels right
It's enough
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