Truth
Truth
What pursed lips issue unbiased words?
When, their very shape gives birth to abstract form!
How, can pressed lips, making thin tight line,
Breathe, as cool and untainted symmetry?
What curled back lips, set to shout or scream,
Could whisper, sweet or novel uttering ?
No, not they
They, are not, the lips of Truth!
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