The truth
The undeniable fact
The writing ‘twixt the lines
Repeated for thoroughness
On the bottom of the page
The one thing alluded to
But never said
So obvious it stares you down
Stare back!
Don’t flinch!
It’s only the truth
Fear not as its’ keys jangle
It will set you. . .
The fact however
Is that your liberator
Had a firm grip
Upon those keys
For the term of your sentence
I wrote this poem with my left hand after being told it may tap into some creative well or something, I'll let you be the judge.
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