Telepathy
Behind all eyes that lie
Are lips' gores trying to smile
Nevertheless, it will be filed for a while
Unlike the cry of darling Ruth
Who is just handling the truth
And afterwards not afraid of sleuth
Truly, words may paint thy mind awesome
But with thy attitude, we see them blossom
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