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Nov 2020
Rhetorical theory
taking me over,
conspiracy meltdown
ticking composure.

Cranial seizures
convulse in time.
The Dominos fall
in a perfect line.

Tell me a lie,
I can believe.
Tell me a truth,
that will deceive.

The glass of my conscious
slips and shatters.
The story will end
when nothing else matters.
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
Rebecca
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Rebecca  42/F/Houston
(42/F/Houston)   
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   jordan
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