The Ugly Truth. Poem by Luke Curcio

The Ugly Truth.



I'm covered in truth, and its like blood.

I'm not shining in holy array as in the books.

I'm covered in wounds. I have no beauty among their eyes.

Its somewhere in this photo-album. But I can barely see with

this water in my eyes.

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