truth al fresco
They stood at the edge of the sentence
the way someone stands at the edge of a crowd
—knowing the moment we stepped forward
the truth would no longer belong to us
but to the noise it entered.
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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2026-06-25 at 03:15
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