"And in any case blind
To the reality of our situation
You're not interested in
Knowing the truth of the matter."
"What is the truth?" I asked.
"You cannot begin to fathom it,"
And she wrinkled her nose.
Then she asked me to pass the cream.
I watched her pour it, and the
Coffee swirl around before being stirred
All together into one familiar light brown colour.
"I know more than you think I do," I said.
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