I would consider the truth to be like a treasure buried on an island of golden pleasure. Many people search the island, but never really find it. Many people search, and find what they think is the treasure, only to later find that it was only fool's gold. The poems in this book are the maps I've made on my quest to acquire the bounty of all truth. My truth.Many voices will clamor that it doesn't exist, that the truth has been so well disguised that...
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