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Can we tell every truth ?

Can we tell every truth ? Can we write those ? If I do, I shall suddenly be a stranger, that nobody knows. They might see me as a demon who can feed its mother to the crows. Society will scream like a priest, “bury him with his twisted prose” ! So some truths we can never tell, Keep those chained in our secret hell like prisoners in rows. (12.11.2023)

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