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was you was me
by Philip F De Pinto
The first truth I saw go by me
Like a young girl skipping rope was you
The first lie I ever saw coming my way
Like a freight train was me
The truth and the lie that would collide
Lay side by side
Have their tete a tete - their so called smooching hour
Before the truth rose from the wreck
Absconded from my view
And the lie
That remains immobilized
Albeit ensconced within myself
Scratching the walls like rats whistling
You still cared
07/12/2014 Posted on 07/12/2014
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