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Hidden Truth
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Personal (Melancholy) Eros pierce my flesh,
and my cistern
is always empty.
Nothing satisfies.
I cling to hollow lies,
whispered deception
in the midst of my cries.
The truth hides.
It cowers in the corner
like a frightened child.
It leaves me with my fears
as they consume me
in the darkness.
