There is a new truth burrowing itself into my cells
The truth of soft lips, and cool fingers, and warm arms
The truth of a gnarled finger trailed along her pale jawline
The truth of kissing her neck and becoming lost to the world
The truth of tracing words on a wrist gently with my pinky
The truth of piercing eyes that see me for all that I am
The truth of the timbre of her voice exploding in my brain
There is only one lie left to dispose of and eliminate
The lie of my life ever being the same, unchanged, pedestrian
The truth is an irrevocable change for the better has occurred
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