some people can put the truth in their mouths,
but it doesn't fit in mine.
the truth is far too small and strange;
it slips out through the cracks in my smile,
leaks between my teeth
and gets away.
some people can put the truth in their mouths,
to give to other people when they speak or sing or slip
kisses from one set of lips to another.
i'd give many things to be able to offer the truth to somebody,
so small and strange but simple and strong
in ways i cannot say.
some people can fit the truth in their mouths,
but it doesn't fit in mine.
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