from the the wall
where neither truth nor
each other,
yet intersected at a
juncture which
could not accommodate
both, while
realizing the answer
was not the issue...
the game was.
she sat, wearing a
cloak of sadness,
profound.
and
righteous anger.
life,
with its serpentine
profusions.
she stopped.
she started to smile.
she believed it.
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