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Fickle People, Naked Truth Truth stands naked at our front door trembling we invite it randomly virtuous we decline its inconvenience shivering at our discretion still knocking we let it enter humbled through the backdoor beckoning we ignore its nakedness waiting our mouths already cloaked |
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