Is it true? All that they say about you.Yet you knew,
no blues, hiked up shirt feeling pert.
Traded places slow pace a hand that grew moist
favored shirt that I wear to read.
It is true, what it is that they say about you never
playing the part that you love beating heart
which pounds in the palm of my hand saving
softness of memory in space of the page having
shed velvet cheese pound or two misconstrued guilt
in thought that you choose.
Admit it is what you knew, is it true?
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