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I tap my fingers
and you bite your nails
truth waits nervous at the door
Trust weighs itself evenly between us
And if I ask for it all,
you give it
But does it really come?
Can I be not so righteous?
It's not so fun you know
Copyright © Jackie Jollette | Year Posted 2020
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