Love Poem: Truth Holder
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Written by: Louis Borgo

Truth Holder

If a breath of air was to hard to swallow would one 
collapse or stumble onto feet to found resirpiration, 

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand, 
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands, 

honest of pure sweat like a tiger with the aim of a raven 
how does a vent of a vented prey, 

like a predator take form beam in or sworn in 
for vertex unknown clarify ferrate, 


is it yate of time songs and birds apparition appease, 
shack of a hand of a vertex appease learn of sleep, 

or false within then why do one hands fold in such ways, 
and beads solitude still hope or conscience statue, 

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand, 
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands, 

if waiting patiently like walk of solomon death can, 
it hold a person awake  yease to take part post or yet to take, 

flight fluid in sorensen like howls in the night can you hear ancerstry right, howling louder then a grave yard or a missing foe tell me all intuition, 

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands.