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When Truth Runs Wild

Rational truth

(with claw & tooth)

rips away my skin—

muscles, too

(through & through)

to reach my heart within.

Red & fresh

(my wayward flesh)

peels away its view—

revealing blood

(that once was mud)

to make my Soul anew.

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