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The Truth
The truth is a knife
That the heart is blind to see
Hand in hand with hopes and dreams
The innocent,
Unweathered heart starts to bleed
The wound to deep
For time to heal
In agony it turns cold
And soon death it feels
Now facing the truth
The heart can see
Hopes and dreams can't help
When the truth won't let
Love grow free
poem
by
Matt Mondschein
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