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Hiding Weaknesses

This is your chance.
The truth, normally buried in his gut
Today, is dangling on his tongue
It will unfold like yarn
when you give it just a tug
You can roll all that truth up
into a ball.
Throw it back at him and check his reflexes
later.

Today he doesn't do the job
of sweeping leftover words at his tongue
They have gathered like dust
'Nobody deserves truths', he thinks.
'There are none outside microscopic time.'

It is a truth accident today
Like milk spilling over.
While you can, get him.
All the objects he has, must mean things.
Ask him about his cigarette addiction today
Ask him about that corner in his mind
where he goes to detest sympathy
Ask him about the paper bits he would
never ever throw away
Ask him about the girl he likes
Ask him about his shame and get a laugh.
Ask him in the most judgmental
or superficially sympathetic tone
about why there is so much distrust
in his heart.

Once you have gathered all the truth you so desired to know,
you can truly discard the man.
After all, it's the price one pays
for living in a society which is all
about hiding weaknesses

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