In the duplicity that exists in me lives an epiphany kissing me to deny a duality who must do without on stolen lips words drip truth only a maker can

In the
duplicity
that exists in
me
lives an
epiphany kissing
me
to deny a
duality who
must do without
on stolen lips
words
drip truth
only a maker
can meet on mouths
of borrowed
tongues
#smallpoems