lewbloo

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  1. Riddle Poem

    The pouring rain of argument. Hide my face. A fear of falling. Umbrella like, my hands become. There is an art to hide the blackening. Make up, we run To amends of clown faces. The offering. But only proper truths When there is no one around. What is my singular truth?