Body Work
Less than the truth
By definition is
A lie
Thought out
Or not
Accidental or intent
The result is
the same
It still leaves a dent
Our words
And our actions
Can soothe or impale
Fostering trust
Or erode
It as well
Cut to the
heart is
No superficial wound
It could prove
To be mortal
We may understand soon
Are we ever
Prepared
For the total
Of our sum
Our body of
Works
The things that
We've done
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