I want to ask if it is good,
have I written one true thing
But where am I to take my words
when distinguishing drivel
is a solitary endeavor
The lies are always on the page
but they must be honest in revealing truth
and it must be new, but not for me, for you
and this last thing,
it must be mine
though we stand on shoulders
when we do so we climb to seclusion
and I must be at peace
with who I find there
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