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A Spoonful of Sugar

I fight fiction
I rage against it
Too many lies, denials
Of who we are
Of from where we’ve come
Of where we are headed…

But

When truth is too bright
Blinding
Too loud
Deafening
It sends hands to protect the senses

Just fiction is softer
Lighter on the ego
Easing us into understanding
The deception noble

Where walls and armaments stand
This thief finds a way
A way through, even for only a penny
And from that tiny loss
Begins a crack
A welcome mat for the thief’s return

Even if only for a penny

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