coded language
because I’m afraid
to reveal too much
vague stanzas
yet oddly specific
open to interpretation
but closed off from direct meaning
who’s to say
what true authenticity really is
secrets behind the words
that are revealed
to no one
what sort of life would we live
in a world empty of secrets
inability to lie
would we accept each other
for the mistakes we’ve all made
and questionable actions we’ve committed?
do we accept ourselves?
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