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Truth Relative
Secrets are secret
Truth cannot expound
Everything is vanity
No comfort to be found
Truth is relative
or so it is, they say
Life for us is short
no time to dry the hay
What Truth will illumine
Lies would then conceal
with ebony tusks uncover
wounds that would not heal
poem
by
Frederick Kesner
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