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POETICbug_atozchallenge

POETICbug_Truth

We inhale impatience like we need,
And use intolerance as our shield,
We make promises, so to break,
And trust is sold for a lowly paycheck,
What may become of humanity thereof,
if ever truth is given its final send off ?

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